gee willikers, Wally! If dad
does nothing about this, he
surprised when the hand reaches
a wang. Meanwhile, the congressman
representing the Abyss received a
huge kickback from infernal lobbyists
Someone alert the NY Post!
The corrupt congressman had arranged
meetings with congressional pages in
the Wells of Darkness, and
according to abyssal e-mail records,
souls had been traded without
proper paperwork or release forms.
Worse, the abyssal pages were
infected with Mummy Rot, causing
unexpected and unpleasant withering of
appendages. With a sigh of
relief that his visitors were
finally leaving, the bartender of
Skullrot put the "CLOSED" sign
on, which consisted of screaming
quasits trapped in acid vats
screaming, "don't come in here!"
, before sneaking out the secret
passage that leads to the
wine cellar. Abyssal grapes waiting
to be stomped upon glistened
like fresh toddlers' eyeballs. "Let's
take off our shoes before
squashing these tender fruit, as
our footwear is covered with
cleats.", he said aloud. "Holy
socks should be thrown in
with unholy socks to produce
neutral socks." "What???", said Orcus.
"I don't even wear socks!
my goat-leg ankles! Furthermore, I
detest garb in general; for
my physique mustn't be covered
because I know everybody wants
great for torturing damned souls."
Those Orcus was speaking to,
watching him in trepidation, removed
his rhinestone studded Orcuswand holster
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