BALLSMASH FISTMAN looked at the KILLY HAMMER in his hands and felt SMASHY.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his PLENTIFUL surroundings. He had always hated GIANT TESTICLELAND with its grim, gifted GIANT WEENERS. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel SMASHY.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of NUTCRACK FOOTGUY. NUTCRACK was a COMBUSTIBLE THOR with LARGE BALLS and BURLY NUTS.
BALLSMASH gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a RUDE, VIOLENT, BLOOD drinker with BUFF BALLS and MANLY NUTS. His friends saw him as a tired, tricky TALOS. Once, he had even revived a dying, GIANT BALLS.
But not even a RUDE person who had once revived a dying, GIANT BALLS, was prepared for what NUTCRACK had in store today.
The ACID RAIN teased like VIOLENCING AARDVARKS, making BALLSMASH DISCONTENT.
As BALLSMASH stepped outside and NUTCRACK came closer, he could see the abundant glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want YOUR NUTS CRACKED," NUTCRACK bellowed, in a FLAMMABLE tone. He slammed his fist against BALLSMASH's chest, with the force of 9873 TOADS. "I frigging hate you, BALLSMASH FISTMAN."
BALLSMASH looked back, even more DISCONTENT and still fingering the KILLY HAMMER. "NUTCRACK, I WILL MURDER YOUR BALLS," he replied.
They looked at each other with VIOLENT feelings, like two curried, cloudy CHIMPANZEES SMASHING at a very AGGRESSIVE CAGE MATCH, which had DEATH METAL music playing in the background and two UN-LOVING uncles WRECKING to the beat.
Suddenly, NUTCRACK lunged forward and tried to punch BALLSMASH in the face. Quickly, BALLSMASH grabbed the KILLY HAMMER and brought it down on NUTCRACK's skull.
NUTCRACK's LARGE BALLS trembled and his BURLY NUTS wobbled. He looked AGGRESIVE, his body raw like a harsh, hungry HAMMER.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later NUTCRACK FOOTGUY was dead.
BALLSMASH FISTMAN went back inside and made himself a nice drink of BLOOD.
THE END
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