quipped the quote, "Quite a quandry this
quintissentially quixotic quizzical, dare I say quaggaesque
and quotidian, as told by quaggoths..., um,
rather queer, I'd say. Xenomorphs played xylophones
while xenophobic "Xena: Warrior Princess" zealots zapped
xenozebras with x-ray guns. "Zounds! Excalibur exsanguinated
me!", Quincy moaned in dismay as a
Xeg-yi weilding Excalibur plunged into his extremity
with great force. "Could this be the
way all those poor bastards felt when
I blew their heads off recently?", mused
Quincy as the Xeg-yi slaughtered him like
ravening wolverines would flense a simpering chihuahua.
It was a pitiful sight. Sad, sad
sad, baked beans, and sad. "I don't
want any more, you cheeky spotty gits;
now sheathe me", complained the talking sword
to the tendrilled being from the Positive
Thinking self-help demiplane, in which the
first motivational speaker's ovherhead projector is enshrined
within a web of conviction and sanctimoniusness*
*I'm not sure if this is a word, and I don't care.
His first bestseller, "The Power of YOU
versus the power of CTHULHU (a treatise
on trick or treating in tricky times
with tricky people, like Tricky Ted, a
devoted fan of both Trixie and Trixxter)
and a silly rabbit. Wherefore, whence whereupon
Willy Wonka and Wash wept and wailed
while Wiener washer women would wash whites,
with wild winds... enough alliteration already! Also,
Alice the Aboleth lived in Alderberry Pond
asking Abe Achaierai about all alliterative arse-faces
every last one no buts about it
-and asking where those pesky alliterators were
because she wanted some more skum servitors
for her underwater den of Skum and
Villany. This drinking establishment was themed with
waitresses wearing Greedo masks and t-shirts that
complimented their fish/plant/humanoid bodies and algae-smeared visages
and a computer bartender wearing tennis shoes.
The drinks were unpotable, but the atmosphere
was breathable by most sentient races, but
contained trace amounts of silver, making it
hazardous for lycanthropes and Kathy Griffin. The
pub grub, however, was geared towards the
Kathy Griffin side of the equation, for
Celestial Healer wrote: hazardous for lycanthropes and Kathy Griffin. The Hold up. Hold up. Why is silver hazardous to Kathy Griffin?
Heathansson wrote: Kathy Griffin side of the equation, for simplicity's sake - lychantropes are notoriously finicky eaters
and it's hard to eat with her
asking why the werewolves won't eat their
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