giant's two heads were too
large, causing the space shuttle
and into that Farscape show.
"Great balls of `splode!", cried
Twiki to Muffit the daggit
as the shuttle careened into
Captain Adama's Winnebago Ship: "The
bastards have a Lite Brite!"
The resulting explosion caused a
tear in reality's fabric, as
the cosmic sewing machine was
sabotaged by intergalactic anarchist githyanki
about cuts or fabrics. Instead,
old-school way of blowing up
anchored in the Abyss' lowest
level hidden under Prince Orcus'
purple motorcycle. Dig if you
want to find Jimmy Hoffa.
These days, Jimmy is sorta
hard to understand, with his
decayed vocal cords, and poor
undead brain functions. His subtype
has become difficult to determine:
part rotted corpse and part
aberration with sixteen templates. Dang,
it was the multi-headed, oozy
fiendish celestial deathtouched half-illithid umbral
aquatic, urban, titanic, legendary, desert,
, half-troll, insectile, feral and mummified
half dragon; whose name was
Material Plane with his buddy
"Mister Monkey", a trained chimpanzee
lay golden eggs. Curious, George
seized the egg-laying chimp and
of Truth to determine how
the eggs were gilded when
they emerged; could it be
that the creature had glands
of Midas touch fiendishly grafted
by a succubus plastic surgeon
a winning smile, who also
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