Once upon a Positron there was a bug. It's purple Mankey liked saving walruses deaths. Until a green shoe fell off a pretty cloud of root beer fluff cleaving off seven little toes while chewing Bubblegum. After seeing the drunk Pinnacle-ite puke chunky bits of magnets, it stumbled into a garbage carafe. Feeling pretty depressed, it died a Lonely death.
Elsewhere, there were some hungry hippos dancing on me for every time one slurps from the fountain of Wayne. In the early dawn, sirens wailed under a pale little moon made of nothing. People thought they saw Ghost Widow munching on Doritos with Valerie. But it wasn't Doritos, it was a magical corncob that sexy Jay designed with care.
This time, she wanted 12 umpa-loompas and 5 slimy Pterodactyls with Listerine. Suddenly the wizard Spanksalot grumbled with great big annoyance. Dirty scoundrels sacked small vermin left by evil midgets wearing pink Fedoras and speedos. However, Elvis wasn't having cheesecake; he stopped to adjust Stacy's corset that had melted rubber down its frog but sadly, he died.
Cheney shot the lawyer in the buttocks with spitballs made of recycled garbage with asparagus. After blowing the mayor, he loaded up 12 hundred bucks obtained illegally so he licked garbage which Statesman tossed overseas. I then drank sour kiwi Rum. Drunken Avenger then sang Imagine. Afterward, Lily Tomlin beheaded the Tele-tubby while it sat eating pickled beets.
Next, Cloud Strife, Tifa Lockheart, Vincent Valentine and Yuffie Kisaragi took Aeris Gainsborough out cold.
Considering everything that transpired, little foot sat on his behind waiting for apples. Eskimo kisses tickled my tootsies unmercifully. Eventually, they screamed bloody Sunday until one benevolent little prince started rubbing knobs fiercely.
More midgets climbed Numina and pruned quietly. Taking advantage of nimble and skilled gastrointestinal parasites wasn't such a hard chore, except flying ones drove crazy trains.
Then, He-man decided to lick post-its and stuff because chimichangas just weren't enough. Orko screaming meemies blubered aimlessly South. The dog chewed Positron. He farmed ancient Rikti chimichangas. Then, Captain Swatkowski dribbled on his bib. This caused Swatkowski to run slower; the ice cream chimichanga tripped. Sensing imminent disaster, Pablo summoned blue fire buttfungus, unleashing unspeakable horrors. After the Furby stimulated mister Chimichanga, he stole 8000 blue chimichangas.
Ravenously belching Jingle Bombs, popsicles, Lava-lamps, and edible thongs, he swore revenge on Muffins containing poison tic-tacs for ruining everything.
Here's a thought: have any of the Rooks experimented with the new "Social Groups" function? Could have a literal Rook clubhouse outside of the actual Virtue Boards. Insight or heresy?
