and, gawking, said, "Nice wand!"
garbage recepticle droid, who skittered
, crablike, between the half-fiend neo-otyughs
wishing it could deactivate its
overriding impulse to destroy its
taste buds, because the wandholster
was suffused with a particularly
disgusting bodily fluid from Orcus
known as "archdemon jock funk".
However, the droid could not
, no matter how much acid
capacitor. Left with no alternative,
it used the wand suicidally
bashing itsself repeatedly, as radiator
fluid leaked from his pores
and his retro boosters fired
, overheated, and eventually exploded. Ker-blam.
across the Abyss; the smell
of burning droid innards wafted
across the blackened fields, while
a trilling falsetto, "Duke, duke,
waaaaaaahh! Help!!", as they were
attacked voraciously by swarms of
vrocks under the direction of
Dorcas, who was Lord Orcus'
out-of-wedlock offspring, and really wanted
charged through the angelic choir
braying like a wounded mule,
is it, you wretched scums!?!"
Unfortunately, the wand-holding garbage droid
control its dimension-warping function
before the angels overtook it
and then stealing the wand.
Meanwhile, in a tavern in
Asgard, the fairy prince was
whiling away the hours by
regaling his audience with improbable
and possibly hallucinated stories of
adventure, romance and other balderdash
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