"Wow, good nyborg. What's nyborg,"
inquired an onlooker as the
beat suitable to the thrashings
of the abyssal half fiends
that had infiltrated the dancefloor
The dancefiends' tango style was
reminiscent of a swine in
a muddy cabbage field - smelly,
snorting, and squealing a dissonant
rendition of the familiar tune
girl from ipenema by Getz
, imaginatively interpreted through the use
of kazoos and ukeleles. The
beleeched fairy prince's plight was
ignored by the patrons of
the unholy dancefloor. "Nice beatmatching",
snarled a tangoing abomination, as
he did The Cloaker. Sexily,
a scarlet-robed illithid slid across
to him, eyeing his bulging
backpack. "Got some loot, handsome?
Cuz brains aren't the only
things that floats my boat",
the illithid whispered into his
hypothalamus, as his barbed tongue
made its ear canal twitch.
The creature stopped tangoing immediately
as its dance partner consumed its brain,
murder the sun somehow. Now,
ruled by Orcus' minions, the
chill autumn air portended a
worsening of its endless winter.
Something wicked awoke from hibernation,
cow, stalking the Abyss for
it hungered...it hungered for
Twinkies, the unholiest food ever.
Broccoli and green leafy vegetables
(Damn you Heathy... I had just edited. Now edited back)
, as they are the harbingers
1,000 points of light ranch
, and should be stir-fried and
then just thrown away, as
if they wouldn't be missed
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