07-27-2019, 08:47 AM
It was a dark and stormy night, when it was the cannibal duchess's turn to eat half of a Revigator. Perry woke up with a strong sense of anger not knowing that, so he went to the industrial area with his friend Kiwi. The others were at dinner, eating charred spaghetti with some Oops! All Sequences cereal, spiked with a little bit of graphics cards. As it passed, time conjugated the sewers. Ivan was doing a jig with his radiotrophic fungi pals, just when the next show was about to go on. Lemons. Later, Crappy Disk found out that there are ten thousand chocolate onions about to explode under the Washington Monument. A rabbit is involved and his direct link with the phantom skeleton of John K. is wilting upward. How fast is the train going? Turns out, the editorial expires next to the disconnected parrot. The undesirable accomplishes the cluster past the cumulative room. The defeated boards an arrogant owner under the puzzle. A planetary throughput meets tmikdfgjixfojgfogjrifjdisjfijidosfidjso, so Gold Leaf decides she'll cook minute rice in under 55 seconds while riding a speedo. Perry and Kiwi, back in the industrial area, are walking peacefully together, when all of a sudden, Soap randomly appears smack out of nowhere and talks to them. Perry screams in utter agony, because Soap's voice is just go good for you to hear. So the two run away, and call for Farth to take care of the Soap nonsense. Farth says, "I TOLD you not to think about Soap!" and Perry realizes the horrific truth. "OH, JOY! I'm going to lose my career! Soap's voice is just TOO good for television! It turns everyone at home into insane creeps, and, soon, it's gonna infect ME! I've gotta see the vet before this happens!
The end. *whump*
The end. *whump*