travel trip in more ways than one.
"let the orgy begin" wailed the doped
up Rocky the flying squirrel. Bullwinkle said,
"climb aboard little buddy" and little ROcky
ran away from the lecherous moose. He
jumped in a cab at the corner
and told the cabdriver to drive him
"...to the airport!" Little did Bullwinkle know
as he was climbing into another cab
that the hat from which he pulled
a rhinoceros, a tiger, a lion,...almost
got out. He produced a small orb
covered with fiery runes. He shoved it
towards akimbo kender killing kraken with kukri
whilst wooly wemics whalloped wicked wraiths with
thorny thorns that torn and tear
at all assymetrically assembled automatons attempting a
hostile takeover of the Qwik-e-Mart's parking lot.
A flesh golem named Sid wanted to
destroy all humans, in order to take their
squishies. Nelson laughed, "ha ha" when the
golem began his quest by encouraging everyone
to come take a group picture with
the vacationing transformers, robots in disuise
and while they were standing there with
the big guy with the RetConned lips
he would sneak up behind them and
tape "Kick Me" signs to their backs.
By kick me sign, I really mean
kick em hard in thar arses. Moans
came from his previous victims, moans of
intense discomfort, as their butts had been
smashed in something awful. The rude golem
got locked in the Port-a-potty by children
that had succumbed to the vice of
arrogance, thinking their waifish antics could actually
win them 10000 smackers on AFV. Well,
when they tipped the port-a-potty over on
a retired duke of Hell, one Amon
whose real name was Teddy Muncewheat Limburger,
hillarity ensued. "Insouciant children", roared the offended
Duke of Hell. The smell of brimstone
and a crater alone remained of the
annoyingly verbose little rapscallions. "That will teach
the world the power of the Limburger
Pastry." Everyone who caught a whiff of
the dread baked product were never quite
right in the head thereafter. In the
town of Newhaven blood flowed in the
streets as the Festival of Meat was
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