Escape Artists
The Lounge at the End of the Universe => Gallimaufry => Topic started by: Leon Kensington on July 23, 2007, 05:49:40 PM
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Okay, I came up with something new.
We here in the Escape Artists forums are going to right a story, and by we I'm not talking royally. I will start us off with three(3) words and from then on everyone only adds one(1) word to the story. At the end of the month (which being as that it is already the 23rd it will be the end of August) whoever has the most posts will get to finish the story. We will then lock the thread, save it for posterity, and then start a new one (if this takes off). So lets get to it.
He watched in
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rapturous awe as
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Naphtalia (<---person or place? you decide)
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burned
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her
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skin
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with
(Sorry, thought the rules said "3 words." Got it now.)
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vigorous
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movement
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resembling
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the flickering
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of a
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nervous
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snake's
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tongue.
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"What
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are
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we
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exactly
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," Braven
(Braven would be the "he" from the first post.)
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asked
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Naphtalia .
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Grinning,
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she
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masticated
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loudly
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on a mouthful I'm going with the "little words don't count" theory that someone else did before me.
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of brimstone
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and answered,
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"We are
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allies
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of the Dark
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,currently
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entrusted
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with protecting
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Lady
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Illbred
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from her
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Guardian Angel."
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"Damn it
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! I
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hate
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those
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damned
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good
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-promoting
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doctors.
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They
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will
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ruin
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all of our
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beautiful
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work.
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". His memory
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was thin
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as his
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frustration
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subsided.
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Suddenly
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the lights
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went out.
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"OH NO!"
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This meant
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that
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souls
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would
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flatulate
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wildly, and
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decrease
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the chances
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of passing
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through
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metaspace
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and into
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Hell
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's rectum
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. However
The story so far:
He watched in rapturous awe as Naphtalia (<---person or place? you decide) burned her skin with vigorous movement resembling the flickering of a nervous snake's tongue. "What are we exactly," Braven (Braven would be the "he" from the first post.) asked Naphtalia.
Grinning, she masticated loudly on a mouthful of brimstone and answered, "We are allies of the Dark ,currently entrusted with protecting Lady Illbred from her Guardian Angel."
"Damn it! I hate those damned good-promoting doctors. They will ruin all of our beautiful work." His memory was thin as his frustration subsided.
Suddenly the lights went out.
"OH NO!"
This meant that souls would flatulate wildly, and decrease the chances of passing through metaspace and into Hell's rectum. However
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, enough
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time
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remained
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to
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stop
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the horrible
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return
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of
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Gorthon
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the Agnostic
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, keeper of
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GODS
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(Great Order of Dastardly Simians)
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and CANDY
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(Creepy Army of Narcoleptic Death Yaks)
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. Naphtalia
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activated
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the exploding
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fluoride
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rinse.
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"Ten
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seconds
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The Story So Far...
He watched in rapturous awe as Naphtalia burned her skin with vigorous movement resembling the flickering of a nervous snakes tongue.
“What are we exactly?” Braven asked Naphtalia.
Grinning she masticated loudly on a mouthful of brimstone and answered, “We are allies of the Dark, currently entrusted with protecting Lady Illbred from her Guardian Angel.”
“Damn it! I hate those damned good-promoting doctors. They will ruin all of our beautiful work.” His memory was thin and his frustration subsided.
Suddenly the lights went out.
“OH NO!”
This meant that the souls would flatuate wildly and decrease the chances of passing through metaspace and into Hell’s rectum. However, enough time remained to stop the horrible return of Gorthon the Agnostic, Keeper of the GODS (Great Order of Dastardly Simians) and CANDY (Creepy Army of Norcoleptic Death Yaks).
Naphtalia activated the exploding fluoride rinse. “Ten seconds
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til detonation
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." Braven
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wet
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himself
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with
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anticipation
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. 3 2 1
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... Nothing
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"DAMN
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those
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imported
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explosive manufacturers
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. They
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never
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…BOOM
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!!! "Gods
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be praised!!!!"
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[not part of the story: HAHAHAA]
shouted
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Braven
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. The souls
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recoiled
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beyond
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the
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aurora
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Borealis.
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Ending
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the suppression
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of Lady Illbred's
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Regime of
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Silliness
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and Debauchery
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.
Quickly
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The story so far.
He watched in rapturous awe as Naphtalia burned her skin with vigorous movement resembling the flickering of a nervous snakes tongue.
“What are we exactly?” Braven asked Naphtalia.
Grinning she masticated loudly on a mouthful of brimstone and answered, “We are allies of the Dark, currently entrusted with protecting Lady Illbred from her Guardian Angel.”
“Damn it! I hate those damned good-promoting doctors. They will ruin all of our beautiful work.” His memory was thin and his frustration subsided.
Suddenly the lights went out.
“OH NO!”
This meant that the souls would flatuate wildly and decrease the chances of passing through metaspace and into Hell’s rectum. However, enough time remained to stop the horrible return of Gorthon the Agnostic, Keeper of the GODS (Great Order of Dastardly Simians) and CANDY (Creepy Army of Norcoleptic Death Yaks).
Naphtalia activated the exploding fluoride rinse. “Ten seconds til detonation." Braven wet himself with anticipation.
3…2…1… Nothing
“DAMN those imported explosives manufacturer. They never”…BOOM !!! “Gods be praised!!!” shouted Braven. The souls recoiled beyond the aurora Borealis. Ending the suppression of Lady Illbred’s Regime of Silliness and Debauchery.
Quickly
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Naphtalia
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searched for
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retractable
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blades
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, aware
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that
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her burns
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would
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never
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heal
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sodomize
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d societies.
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of doom
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in time
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allow for
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the construction
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of great
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stuff
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and nonsense.
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Meanwhile,
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Lord Illbred
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while cackling manically,
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summoned
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George
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Washington's ghost
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to eat
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crow
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souls
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with mustard
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and relish
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. George
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Washington's ghost
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refused.
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Angrily,
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he smited
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Lord Illbred
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and his
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dastardly demonic
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literature comedians
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of Doom and
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Glory
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. "I defy you!
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Count Chokula!
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"
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screeched
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George
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as he
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walked down
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the aisle
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with wooden grin.
(Not part of the story: Yes, I know that's more than one word, but I could not resist. :D)
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a broken
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toy
(Not part of the story but wtf, i make a post it shows up as following sequentially, and then the next day two posts show up in between my post and the one that mine made sense being posted after. wound up deleting my box of booberry post as it kinda broke things)
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discarded
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by his feet
The story so far:
He watched in rapturous awe as Naphtalia burned her skin with vigorous movement resembling the flickering of a nervous snakes tongue.
“What are we exactly?” Braven asked Naphtalia.
Grinning she masticated loudly on a mouthful of brimstone and answered, “We are allies of the Dark, currently entrusted with protecting Lady Illbred from her Guardian Angel.”
“Damn it! I hate those damned good-promoting doctors. They will ruin all of our beautiful work.” His memory was thin and his frustration subsided.
Suddenly the lights went out.
“OH NO!”
This meant that the souls would flatuate wildly and decrease the chances of passing through metaspace and into Hell’s rectum. However, enough time remained to stop the horrible return of Gorthon the Agnostic, Keeper of the GODS (Great Order of Dastardly Simians) and CANDY (Creepy Army of Norcoleptic Death Yaks).
Naphtalia activated the exploding fluoride rinse. “Ten seconds til detonation." Braven wet himself with anticipation.
3…2…1… Nothing
“DAMN those imported explosives manufacturer. They never”…BOOM !!!
“Gods be praised!!!” shouted Braven. The souls recoiled beyond the Aurora Borealis. Ending the suppression of Lady Illbred’s Regime of Silliness and Debauchery.
Quickly Naphtalia searched for retractable blades, aware that her burns would never heal sodomized societies of doom in time [to] allow for the construction of great stuff and nonsense.
Meanwhile, Lord Illbred while cackling manically, summoned George Washington's ghost to eat crow souls with mustard and relish . George Washington's ghost refused. Angrily, he smited Lord Illbred and his dastardly demonic literature comedians of Doom and Glory.
"I defy you! Count Chokula!" screeched George as he walked down the aisle with wooden grin, a broken toy discarded by his feet
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"Forsooth!"
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Good Sir,
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did
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you happen
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to get
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bitten
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by a flamigo
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on
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your
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brother's
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watch shift.
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" Chokula cried.
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"Precisely!"
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exclaimed
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Socrates
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, "That's
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insane
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to think
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conformance
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with
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Homeland
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Well, I guess it's time for a post count.