Dogzan ululated, “Ahh ahahaha Ha haaaa!”
Far away on the isle of misfit toys, civil war had erupted into horredous acts of random violence and destruction
Dogzan landed next to a toppled castle of multicolored letter-blocks, on this isle of misfit toys, some of the blocks had fallen spelling out a warning, he drew his steel ready for action.
Err, you mean Charlie-in-the-box, which only served to launch him on a bad acid trip of memory concerning his horrific experiences in Vietnam.
One of the shades growled, "Why are you here dogman?"
A giant GI Joe action figure stepped out of the shadows, huge nicks and dents were all over its body, behind it stepped a giant baby doll with no dolly clothes on, missing her left arm, and with mascara running down her eyes -- "Answer us!" the shadow hissed again.
On they came in hordes, dogmen and their cruel women rabid raving with wild
Mr.Krinkle and Bocephus the gnome from hades were crusin' the Bastard boat full tilt, armed to teeth, bloodshot and tweakin they were leave death in their wake
GI Joe stepped forward, in his hand was broken length of a tree trunk, with a spring he swung it towards Dogzan.
Dogzan dodged, but had missed the lego trebuchets flanking him, and flaming gummis pelted him and clung to his fur.
The leprechaun in the corner laughed with glee at the wicked Dogzan's conundrum.
Before the leprechaun had finished laughing Dogzan was upon him snarling with much drool, his clawed hands were ripping huge chunks of flesh from the leprchauns neck, the savage snapping of dogzan's jaws shredded the leperchaun face
without a cause he ripped out his sword, and began to hack and slash his way through
Then he realized he was dreaming and he died from blood loss and the fact that his neck was only held in place by his spine and his face looked like a gory red pile of shredded lunch meat.
Dogzan needed a drink,a woman and about 18 hours of sleep, seeing that there was no bed in sight
He sat down and ruminated about what constitutes a complete sentence.
He was losing strength and time was running out.
He sat down and ruminated about what constitutes a complete sentence.
I thought I was playing 13 word game
He picked up a primer written by his dear friend Fakey, with the foreword by Valegrim, and reviewed his grammar and syntax.
The book also included a chapter on capitalization, written by the infamous pirate (read lawyer) Sebastian.
Light filled his vision and a new way was before him.
Being a werewoof, the light *did* dazzle him for several moments but after shaking his head vigorously, he was able to set out on his newest quest.
He was puzzled how he was going to mix buisness with pleasure, with the unsavory and butt ugliness before him
Along his way, he gathered a menagerie of like-minded individuals including a scarecrow with Int 0 (possibly undead), a tin golem with chaotic evil tendencies, and a dire lion under a perpetual fear spell.
The monkies lept about menacingly as the green skinned, pointy hatted lady wiggled her well manicured finger at Dogzan.
The wicked witch had a little leprechaun jester, and he laughed and capered, "he heheehe he he he...."
THE LEPRECHAUN'S HEAD EXPLODED AND A NUCLEAR MUSHROOM CLOUD KILLED THEM ALL. THE END.
No it didn't! No it didn't! You lie!
heheheheheeeee he he
Surprisingly, the cloud of nuclear mushrooms didn't fall to the ground, but instead floated up and into space because of each mushroom's mysterious nuclear power.
"To Firewhore tavern" cried the pirates of the Sea Devil.
"And where the heck did you guys come from?" Dogzan asked looking at the leprachaun and pirates; "I was just admiring the light show and suddenly an irish midget and a bunch of bucaneers are tottering around and talking 'bout whores."
"Not just any whores, but Firewhores!" said a voice from inside the throng of pirates.
It was Paddlehands Patty a rotund man with a voice like a opera singer.