The blade howled as black electricity danced along
its rune covered length. Elric leaped onto the
back of a dragon that had suddenly appeared.
Swallowing the clone whole, as Moonglum smiled a
little bit, thinking about this princess chick he
spent the night with back in Jadmar. The
Short rogue worried about his friend Elric. "That
thing you did, was it really necessary? For
summoning a dragon must be very taxing." Elric
replied, "Yes, but very kinky." Then, winked. "Let's
see if the dragon can fly us to
Walmart. I need a blue slushy, and a
Disney Princess backpack, as well as some more
Blue Oyster Cult CDs." Moonglum was shocked by
Lord Elric's insatiable desire for more cowbell and
the godlike guitar playing of Buck Dharma Roeser.
"Meh" Bloom said, "Cowbells just a myth, Lanier
didn't play it either. It was overdubbed by
evil cows who want you to eat
more fish. Elric began to travel away quickly.
Moonglum climbed on the back of the dragon
and put in an 8-track of Black Sabbath
The voice of Dio invoked "Heaven and Hell".
Moonglum, who was more of an Aerosmith fan,
Just repeated the "Crying" lyrics to himself softly
and thinking "Hawkwind should have made it bigger."
As if in answer, Balo the jester's expanding
Singing Citadel appeared, its haunting song sounding out
a refrain from "Cultosaurus Erectus", but he winced
in pain. "Not Black Blade! For some reason
it sang Monsters causing his head to implode.
Elric drew Strombringer and strode towards the Citadel.
strombringer, that epic pastrami sandwich of doom, howled
as the eldritch runes on the rye bread
dripped mustard. The large, intelligent tomato next to
the jalapeno pepper from the blackest pits of
Mexicano-Hell leaped skywards trying to smash Elric. "Damn
you taste great, but you really mess up
my digestive system. Runeblades are hard to swallow.
"A dragon could use one as a toothpick,"
"And hopefully will!" countered Smiorgan bald-head as
he looked towards the sky. A blood moon
had appeared on the horizon. "This can't bode
good fortune." Stormbringer screamed, and chopped his head off.
drinking his soul like an icy-cold beer
Elric laughed heartily as the power entered his
soul, like fire ants scrabbling twixt his nethers
ahh.. the joys of his misspent youth peaked at the corners of his mind.
Like acid flashbacks in a dieter's fat cells
Moonglum cleared his throat in that manner of his.
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