Innes looked at the dogheaded creature and raised his hand in welcome, “It is good to see you again old friend,” he said, then quickly drew his six-shooter and fired shot after shot.
The mahar walked seductively towards the Santa-demon.
What's this Dogzan crap?!? No more aliases!!! I'll get jealous...
"What aliases are you talking about?", spoke a voice form the aether.
"Yeah that's right Dog-Boy," the voice spoke tauntingly, "I'm talking to you."
Jesus appeared holding a majestic, large caliber, automatic carbine that started to belch forth round after round of holy justice as his muscles held taunt against the recoil (each round slammed into Dogzan’s chest with eruptions of gore and bone) -- Jesus screamed, “You are not forgiven! You are not forgiven!” (then, he remembered this was the abyss and left.)
"That would be me," said Sting from the Police, as he stepped out from behind a telephone pole that was not there before.
At which point Dogzan awoke, warm and snug in his doggy bed at home in the den, his paws still tingling from twitching in their sleep, and, stifling an audible yawn, he instead said, "Wow! That was the most bizarre dream ever!"
With a snarl he bounded from his bed grabbing up the meaty beef bone he had been gnawing on earlier and waived it menacingly.
Ennuf wit' this Dogzan guy, allready. Sheesh!!! Why can'tcha write about a warped, depraved leprechaun?!?
hehehehehehheeeee....
Much better, Chicken Wing!!!
heheheheheheheheheheheeeee!
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The crazy leperchaun, now wearing Dogzan's pants, began teleporting to various planes of existence - some beautiful and divine, others infested with the stench of dead things, damned things, and bat-like things - searching for only the gods knew what (the good and evil gods at least, since the neatural ones didn't seem to care).
And the Gods did indeed know, for they sent many adventurers out on quests to find the leprechaun, but they never succeeded as they were all brutally slaughtered by demented rogue modrons wearing rouge.
A legend told around campfires, among friends and allies, when the day has been long and the fighting has been hard, when the food has been put away and the drink is nearly gone – it begins something like this...
Yehhh! Now we're getting somewhere!
Samsmart Spankins ran the Dinky Tinky Shop in the foot of the magic oak tree by the wobbly dum-dum bush in the shade of the magic glade down in Dingly Dell.
Yeh! Yeh! Them was good days!!!
There he sold contraceptives... contraceptives?
Well put, my good man!!!!
Then, he realized that the best contraceptive was to start wearing pants to cover up his schling-schlong; he took his amazing pants on the road, traveling far and wide.
If Bucky was only unfrozen for only a cumulative five years and Danny Rand is the Daredevil associated with Civil War, when Iron Man and Spider-Man fight, how long will it take them to realize Jon Hex is the coolest man alive?