Rasputin the Monk broke his
proboscis as he nosebutted Danny's
steel like sternum and then
went mad, flailing about and
screaming, "Hellboy, my child, why
you gotta spoil my flava?"
At this point, breakdancing occurred
dancing marvelous magical Wilber Waldo
who, until then, had been
bored at the retirement home; his
dancing feet had atrophied and
his coordination sucked, but with
prayer to Hastur Hastur Hastur,
he overcame his deficiencies and
owned the retirement home's dancefloor
dancefloor dancefloor. Having done The
Hustle, the Disco Duck, the
Carrion Crawler and the Waltz,
he proceeded to the Otto's
Irrestisible Funky Chicken and, finally,
pop-locked until his pants fell
and pulled a groin muscle.
"Yes! I have muscles!", howled
Wilbur, fainting into the beandip.
Which made Melba mumble, "Yea,
watch where yer flexin' Herc."
Meanwhile, on the other side
of the multiverse, adventurers were
anything that moved - currently, it
was that f@#%king space hamster
and his faithful companion, The
Great Gonzo, a gnome bard.
"Eat some greatclub, gnome", yelled
Bob the Fighter, as other
mooks approached him in a
manic mook mania! Bob swung
his greatclub but rolled a
1, necessitating a d% roll
his favorite "Precious Moments" figurines
pose he'd have to imitate
before falling prone, amusing all
the members of Gonzo's band.
Gary Coleman's in the KFC!!
KFC is GARY COLEMAN! K-F-C
*man, I hate being at the top of the page*
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