The Five Word Game!

[drunken_nomad]

floundered and died in the

[Vattnisse]

public parks of Waterdeep, where

[Larry Lichman]

the Halfling Scouts were holding

[Kruelaid]

big buckets of roper milk

[Vattnisse]

for a dubious businessman called

[Kruelaid]

Horton "Halfhobbit" Hangnail who owned

[Vattnisse]

a large dairy-product factory, where

[drunken_nomad]

various oddly gained milks were

[Kruelaid]

milked by nude she-dwarves with

[drunken_nomad]

aboleth tentacles grafted onto their

[Kruelaid]

backs allowing them to grapple

[Vattnisse]

the reluctant dairy-beasts and forcibly

[drunken_nomad]

headlock them until milk flows

[Kruelaid]

from the monstrous mammalian protuberances

[drunken_nomad]

to gather in crystal vials

[Vattnisse]

which is then brought to

[Bling Bling]

the high minister of milkings

[Vattnisse]

to be thoroughly blessed and

[Larry Lichman]

distributed to all of the

[Heathansson]

ghoul pixies who lived in

[Larry Lichman]

Never Never Land. Peter Pan

[drunken_nomad]

hated milk and drank Gatorade

[Kruelaid]

so he was spared the

[Heathansson]

gut churning from the lactose

[Kruelaid]

and the high pus content

[Heathansson]

when it is exuded from

[drunken_nomad]

ghoul pixie blackheads. What's worse

[Larry Lichman]

than ghoul pixie blackheads? Well,

[drunken_nomad]

when the office ninja disappears,

[Larry Lichman]

you better check your pants

[Vattnisse]

, as office ninjas are known

[Bling Bling]

to hide stinky unmentionables in

[Tobus Neth]

storage closets full of secrets

[Vattnisse]

mankind was not meant to

[office_ninja]

know. "Hey, he's back!", mused

[Vattnisse]

the bemused bystanders as the

[drunken_nomad]

ninja slew a tojanida, but

[Vattnisse]

, in a fit of uncontrollable

[Heathansson]

nausea, they began to chuck

[Kruelaid]

socks that had been consumed

[Heathansson]

by the stench of feet

[Vattnisse]

- more specifically, the feet of

[office_ninja]

Karl "Obox-Ob" Rove, who secreted

[Vattnisse]

a malodorous acidic ooze wherever

[drunken_nomad]

his worshipers gathered in groups

[Tobus Neth]

nine or more. Bleach could

[Heathansson]

not wash away the stains

[Larry Lichman]

but really, who wanted to?

[Vattnisse]

After all, eau d'Rove was

[snowyak]

not meant to clean away