unsuitable for the public eye.
Broccoli lovers around the world
were strangely aroused as the
aroma of steamed vegetables wafted
made them salivate profusely. The
stems went rigid, and the
sap erupted into flames as
a celestial cheese sauce poured
forth from the innards of
the inflated myconid. "Rapture! My
cheese sauce is finally ready
And for dessert, we'll have
their spinal marrow, which will
go well with little tarts
and lemon tea with milk."
for their retainer. "I hate
minute ago, you were completely
your sides are bursting with
spleen pirahnas, eating their way
towards daylight, so they can
catch some rays, get tan,
look cool in their Speedos,
he gobbled up the myconid
became evident that bugs were
the messengers of the gods
from outer space, like Hastur,
whale that swims the ethereal
skies looking for young pigeons
to mutate into fiendish abominations
stars were aligned perfectly for
the retainer that day, for
at this very moment, a shrubbery
artfully camoflaged to look like
Jameson Parker or Parker Stevenson
was skulking up to attack
the questing myconid crusaders with
somewhat squishy grapefruit it found
,a bad Monty Python sketch
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