Questionable Custard Filling. The CUBQCF was the
main religion in this benighted part of
the World of Greyhawk; unmapped, unknown, and
unloved by those who visited but never
stayed around long enough for the zombies
sunshine parade for the fifth annual festival
of the rotten and falling off ear.
It was, therefore, due for a refreshing
mint julip and some time in the
local bird and bee. The streets were
swept and had fresh coats of paint
, and the mummy kids had fresh wrappings
and were getting gangsta wrappings to wear
with their special red Air Jordans. Orcus
put out his own brand of sportsware
known as the "Dead Heat" line. It
was comprised of a line of hoofshoes
and some sweat suits made from the
moustaches of zombies peeled off while they
bake on hot summer days. Taking one
cue from Nike, Orcus had the products
made outside the abyss to avoid labor
law violations. "Those damned soul unions are
draining me coffers". The sudden appearance of
celestial workplace inspectors had him worried, but
he had captured Mr. Clean years ago
and sprinkled zombie fiendish chia pet seeds
all over the east during the high
tide. When the seeds sprouted, they produced
fiendish fuzzies all over the nation of
Never-Neverland, shocking fairies and pirates equally. "Gadzooks!
Captain Hook, look to yerr backsoid, me
bucko, we've all become Scottish!" "Aye.", Hook
agreed, dipping his namesake into the pot
of boiling haggis. "Arrrr! There be sheepguts
in my peanut butter. No, wait; there's
peanut butter in my sheepguts! Alas, my
day is ruined"!,he cried aloud like
a virgin, touched for the very first
time. The bounty hunter Grit Morgan came
around, this time he was looking for
new and more interesting ways to capture
bail jumpers for his Lifetime reality show.
Called, True Grit, the life of a
Dude, Grit traveled by Segway PT, and
has a wooden leg. Grit spit in
the camera to show he was 'cool'
and the green lugie dripped down the
lens like some cheap special effects creature
(and not no CGI nonsense neither!). After
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