Then, this crazy dude, named
asked them for some change
from Ms. Badpudding from East
Greyhawk City, home of the
priesthood of chocolate and peanuts
with a chaotic snarky alignment.
Ms. Badpudding's powers came from
Xeg-yi and Xag-yi Reese's Peanutbutter
Chocolate Crisp Ritual of Exalted
Pancakes with nifty toppings from
St. Cuthbert's own pantry. This
earned Ms. Badpudding a big
black eye from dieticians who
back their suggestions with threats
personalized diets of wheat germ
and brussel sprout flavoured tofu
with plain yogurt for dessert.
Unsurprisingly, Ms. Badpudding struck back
with barbequed ribs, french fries,
and a rollingpin. She pummeled
celery-eating dietician - in fact, the
vapid ulutations aside, Ms. Badpudding
cooked the dietician into a
pie, along with some kenkus,
vegepygmies, pureblood yuan-tis and yakfolk
and a one-eyed, one-horned flying
miniature triceratops, which Ms. Badpudding
was saving for Thanksgiving, but
the resulting pie would probably
please certain pie munchers in
Ms. Badpudding's evil sister, Glenda
Badpudding, lacked the traditional goatee
of the Ogreton Badpudding women,
and was thus unsuccessful at
facial grooming, since her bald
20-year-old at a Who concert
wearing a business suit. So
-deterring Heathansson, Wee Jas blasphemer
extraordinare and grell-liver paté connoisseur,
from ever eating hotdogs again.
Meanwhile, in another dimension, Tetsuo
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