Once upon a time, a girl was bored. Then, four metal heads known as 'Sleeping Troll' wanted to entertain her. The only problem was, she found an orange and sat on it. The juice shot out and got herself all sticky. She jumped up, stripped off her clothes and played with Dodo. "Who the fuck's Dodo?", she asked The Hoff. Sleeping Troll ate Dodo, resulting with massive indigestion, heartburn, gas, wretching and mild case of insomnia.
Meanwhile, back in Yakima, where seagulls fly sideways and wind was blowing, EVIL roamed the alleyways. Grotesque, stumpy gargoyles witnessed the disembowelment of children by their own parents, the great Adams Family. A magnificent feast ensued inside Uncle Festers vagina, but the crabs were dancing for Great Cthulhu!
Bored girl shat herself (metaphorically speaking of course), until she realized that Cthulhu was an ancestor. Rejoicing in madness, they embraced their sacred bond, and each other, untill the girl realised with horror that unicorns were extinct.
Someone knocked on door, it was a unicorn with a dwarf on it's horn, grotesquely impaled, yet in good spirits and telling dirty jokes. He mused: "What's short, stout & almost always drunk? Not a tea cup!" Bored girl fell on penguin's lap and began gouging its eyes out with its pointy flipper.
Suddenly, DutchGuy-Tim burst in spouting unintelligible nonsense and throwing karate kicks at the unicorn's dwarf-ridden horn. The bored girl shouted "NICE WOODEN SHOES DUTCHY_TIM!", breaking his karate-kick concentration and his wooden shoes fell to the floor. They burst into flames and scurried away quickly.
Elsewhere in the realm, a bunch of naked dwarfs in striped pajamas, carrying tiny little spears made of sharpened pencils, cried out for Valhalla in surprisingly deep voices. They were on their way to Grandma's house, looking for an evil recipe for homebrewed mead. Having traveled for many millimetres around the rundown old homebrew store searching for the stairway to heaven, they decided to open a commune for carnivorous, blind rabbits but city code enforcement robots stormed the gates devouring every soul in sight.
After the battle only blood and twisted metal on Playstation were cooly killed by nintendo and the power went out. All that was left was a bony arm and a broken controller. the riek of death
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