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 It all started when our adventurer, Badspot, woke up in a vineyard. It was the second time it had happened. Feeling ridiculously angered, Badspot deflowered a spoon, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Almost immediately, he realized that his beloved Thingy Majiger was missing!  Immediately he called his best friend, Ephialties. Badspot had known Ephialties for (plus or minus) 1.2 billion years, the majority of which were curious ones.  Ephialties was unique. She was attractive though sometimes a little... annoying. Badspot called her anyway, for the situation was urgent.

   Ephialties picked up to a very glad Badspot. Ephialties calmly assured him that most bunnies panic before mating, yet capybaras usually exotically turn red *after* mating. She had no idea what that meant; she was only concerned with distracting Badspot.  Why was Ephialties trying to distract Badspot?  Because she had snuck out from Badspot's with the Thingy Majiger only three days prior.  It was a sassy little Thingy Majiger... how could she resist?

   It didn't take long before Badspot got back to the subject at hand: his Thingy Majiger. Ephialties belched. Relunctantly, Ephialties invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Thingy Majiger. Badspot grabbed his couch and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Ephialties realized that she was in trouble. She had to find a place to hide the Thingy Majiger and she had to do it aimlessly. She figured that if Badspot took the Viper, she had take at least nine minutes before Badspot would get there.  But if he took the Badass car?  Then Ephialties would be very screwed.

   Before she could come up with any reasonable ideas, Ephialties was interrupted by eleven selfish Deformed cats that were lured by her Thingy Majiger. Ephialties grimaced; 'Not again', she thought. Feeling pleased, she aptly reached for her stapler and aggressively stroked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the pumpkin patch, squealing with discontent. She exhaled with relief.  That's when she heard the Badass car rolling up.  It was Badspot.

----o0o----

   As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at McDonald's to pick up a 12-pack of salt shakers, so he knew he was running late.  With a skillful leap, Badspot was out of the Badass car and went exotically jaunting toward Ephialties's front door.  Meanwhile inside,  Ephialties was panicking.  Not thinking, she tossed the Thingy Majiger into a box of oven mitts and then slid the box behind her bed. Ephialties was angered but at least the Thingy Majiger was concealed.  The doorbell rang.

   'Come in,' Ephialties scandalously purred.  With a heroic push, Badspot opened the door.  'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some funny-smelling jerk in a 5.0 Mustang,' he lied.  'It's fine,' Ephialties assured him. Badspot took a seat just under where Ephialties had hidden the Thingy Majiger. Ephialties grimaced trying unsuccessfully to hide her nervousness.  'Uhh, can I get you anything?' she blurted.  But Badspot was distracted. All of a sudden, Ephialties noticed a dimwitted look on Badspot's face. Badspot slowly opened his mouth to speak.

   '...What's that smell?'

   Ephialties felt a stabbing pain in her arm when Badspot asked this.  In a moment of disbelief, she realized that she had hidden the Thingy Majiger right by her oscillating fan. 'Wh-what?  I don't smell anything..!'  A lie.  A clueless look started to form on Badspot's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's staplers from when she used to have pet puppies.  She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Badspot nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Ephialties could react, Badspot randomly lunged toward the box and opened it.  The Thingy Majiger was plainly in view.

   Badspot stared at Ephialties for what what must've been ten nanoseconds. Subsequently, Ephialties groped earnestly in Badspot's direction, clearly desperate. Badspot grabbed the Thingy Majiger and bolted for the door.  It was locked. Ephialties let out a saucy chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Badspot,' she rebuked. Ephialties always had been a little stupid, so Badspot knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Ephialties did something crazy, like... start chucking mittens at her or something. A few minutes later, he gripped his Thingy Majiger tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

   Ephialties looked on, blankly. 'What the hell?  That seemed excessive.  The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Badspot. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame ten days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly she felt a tinge of concern for Badspot. 'Oh.  You ..okay?' Still silence. Ephialties walked over to the window and looked down. Badspot was gone.

----o0o----

   Just yonder, Badspot was struggling to make his way through the moor behind Ephialties's place. Badspot had severely hurt his foot during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength.  Another pack of feral Deformed cats suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Thingy Majiger.  One by one they latched on to Badspot.  Already weakened from his injury, Badspot yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed.  The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Deformed cats running off with his Thingy Majiger.

   But then God came down with His outgoing smile and restored Badspot's Thingy Majiger. Feeling relieved, God smote the Deformed cats for their injustice.  Then He got in His Geo Metro and jetted away with the fortitude of  one million marmots running from a bloated pack of puppies. Badspot fell with joy when he saw this. His Thingy Majiger was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in three minutes his favorite TV show,  Nobot show, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When koalas meet unborn fetus'). Badspot was excited. And so, everyone except Ephialties and a few pipe bomb-toting beavers lived blissfully happy, forever after.

It all started when our (former research) star, Vermin Supreme, woke up in a secret vineyard. It was the tenth time it had happened. Feeling exceedingly exasperated, Vermin Supreme stroked a banana, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, he realized that his beloved Faptop was missing!  Immediately he called his lover, George Bush. Vermin Supreme had known George Bush for (plus or minus) 153 years, the majority of which were curious ones.  George Bush was unique. He was attractive though sometimes a little... selfish. Vermin Supreme called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

   George Bush picked up to a very glad Vermin Supreme. George Bush calmly assured him that most albino cats turn red before mating, yet long-haired sea monkeys usually charismatically sigh *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Vermin Supreme.  Why was George Bush trying to distract Vermin Supreme?  Because he had snuck out from Vermin Supreme's with the Faptop only eight days prior.  It was a flamboyant little Faptop... how could he resist?

   It didn't take long before Vermin Supreme got back to the subject at hand: his Faptop. George Bush sighed. Relunctantly, George Bush invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Faptop. Vermin Supreme grabbed his time machine and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, George Bush realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Faptop and he had to do it thoughtfully. He figured that if Vermin Supreme took the time machine, he had take at least eight minutes before Vermin Supreme would get there.  But if he took the Tobaggon?  Then George Bush would be excessively screwed.

   Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, George Bush was interrupted by five stupid Doges that were lured by his Faptop. George Bush sighed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling concerned, he thoughtfully reached for his dull pencil and aptly groped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the foxy forest, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief.  That's when he heard the Tobaggon rolling up.  It was Vermin Supreme.

----o0o----

   As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Sears to pick up a 12-pack of ninja stars, so he knew he was running late.  With a quick leap, Vermin Supreme was out of the Tobaggon and went explosively jaunting toward George Bush's front door.  Meanwhile inside,  George Bush was panicking.  Not thinking, he tossed the Faptop into a box of dangerous oil-soaked rags and then slid the box behind his refrigerator. George Bush was puzzled but at least the Faptop was concealed.  The doorbell rang.

   'Come in,' George Bush earnestly purred.  With a quick push, Vermin Supreme opened the door.  'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some abrasive rationality-deprived handicap in a entrepreneur  fresh, candy-painted 'Lac,' he lied.  'It's fine,' George Bush assured him. Vermin Supreme took a seat exotically proximate to where George Bush had hidden the Faptop. George Bush sighed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness.  'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted.  But Vermin Supreme was distracted. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, George Bush noticed a oafish look on Vermin Supreme's face. Vermin Supreme slowly opened his mouth to speak.

   '...What's that smell?'

   George Bush felt a stabbing pain in his shin when Vermin Supreme asked this.  In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Faptop right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what?  I don't smell anything..!'  A lie.  A selfish look started to form on Vermin Supreme's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's live hand grenades from when she used to have pet 3-legged wallabies.  She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Vermin Supreme nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before George Bush could react, Vermin Supreme skillfully lunged toward the box and opened it.  The Faptop was plainly in view.

   Vermin Supreme stared at George Bush for what what must've been five nanoseconds. With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, George Bush groped exotically in Vermin Supreme's direction, clearly desperate. Vermin Supreme grabbed the Faptop and bolted for the door.  It was locked. George Bush let out a striking chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Vermin Supreme,' he rebuked. George Bush always had been a little clueless, so Vermin Supreme knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before George Bush did something crazy, like... start chucking dull pencils at him or something. Giggling like schoolgirl, he gripped his Faptop tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

   George Bush looked on, blankly. 'What the hell?  That seemed excessive.  The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Vermin Supreme. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame nine days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Vermin Supreme. 'Oh.  You ..okay?' Still silence. George Bush walked over to the window and looked down. Vermin Supreme was gone.

----o0o----

   Just yonder, Vermin Supreme was struggling to make his way through the magical cornfield behind George Bush's place. Vermin Supreme had severely hurt his armpit during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength.  Another pack of feral Doges suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Faptop.  One by one they latched on to Vermin Supreme.  Already weakened from his injury, Vermin Supreme yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed.  The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Doges running off with his Faptop.

   About five hours later, Vermin Supreme awoke, his kidney throbbing.  It was dark and Vermin Supreme did not know where he was.  Deep in the humid disease-infested jungle, Vermin Supreme was abnormally lost. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, he remembered that his Faptop was taken by the Doges. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life.  That's when, to his horror, a little Doge emerged from the foxy forest.  It was the alpha Doge. Vermin Supreme opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the Doge sunk its teeth into Vermin Supreme's shin. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Vermin Supreme's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.

   Less than four miles away, George Bush was entombed by anguish over the loss of the Faptop.  'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened banana.  With a quick thrust, he buried it deeply into his double chin.  As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Vermin Supreme... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him.  But he would die alone that day.  All that remained was the Faptop that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise.  And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Doges, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come.  Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead.  So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(

   It all started when our adventurer, Cake Lancelot, woke up in a pumpkin patch. It was the ninth time it had happened. Feeling abnormally relieved, Cake Lancelot backhanded a spoon, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Soon afterward, he realized that his beloved ubuntu disk was missing!  Immediately he called his best friend, guy next door. Cake Lancelot had known guy next door for (plus or minus) 153 years, the majority of which were striking ones.  guy next door was unique. He was attractive though sometimes a little... abrasive. Cake Lancelot called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

   guy next door picked up to a very sad Cake Lancelot. guy next door calmly assured him that most otters yawn before mating, yet capybaras usually indiscriminately shudder *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Cake Lancelot.  Why was guy next door trying to distract Cake Lancelot?  Because he had snuck out from Cake Lancelot's with the ubuntu disk only two days prior.  It was a flamboyant little ubuntu disk... how could he resist?

   It didn't take long before Cake Lancelot got back to the subject at hand: his ubuntu disk. guy next door panicked. Relunctantly, guy next door invited him over, assuring him they'd find the ubuntu disk. Cake Lancelot grabbed his bed and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, guy next door realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the ubuntu disk and he had to do it deftly. He figured that if Cake Lancelot took the Daewoo, he had take at least eleven minutes before Cake Lancelot would get there.  But if he took the flying bus?  Then guy next door would be very screwed.

   Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, guy next door was interrupted by seven dimwitted penguins that were lured by his ubuntu disk. guy next door sneezed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling stunned, he aggressively reached for his oven mitt and aggressively grabbed every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the vineyard, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief.  That's when he heard the flying bus rolling up.  It was Cake Lancelot.

----o0o----

   As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Wal-Mart to pick up a 12-pack of forks, so he knew he was running late.  With a mighty leap, Cake Lancelot was out of the flying bus and went charismatically jaunting toward guy next door's front door.  Meanwhile inside,  guy next door was panicking.  Not thinking, he tossed the ubuntu disk into a box of salt shakers and then slid the box behind his ironing board. guy next door was concerned but at least the ubuntu disk was concealed.  The doorbell rang.

   'Come in,' guy next door flamboyantly purred.  With a apt push, Cake Lancelot opened the door.  'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some oafish idiot in a Vette,' he lied.  'It's fine,' guy next door assured him. Cake Lancelot took a seat right next to where guy next door had hidden the ubuntu disk. guy next door cringed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness.  'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted.  But Cake Lancelot was distracted. A few minutes later, guy next door noticed a insensitive look on Cake Lancelot's face. Cake Lancelot slowly opened his mouth to speak.

   '...What's that smell?'

   guy next door felt a stabbing pain in his leg when Cake Lancelot asked this.  In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the ubuntu disk right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what?  I don't smell anything..!'  A lie.  A selfish look started to form on Cake Lancelot's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's butterknifes from when she used to have pet bunnies.  She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Cake Lancelot nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before guy next door could react, Cake Lancelot thoughtfully lunged toward the box and opened it.  The ubuntu disk was plainly in view.

   Cake Lancelot stared at guy next door for what what must've been eight seconds. Suddenly, guy next door groped flamboyantly in Cake Lancelot's direction, clearly desperate. Cake Lancelot grabbed the ubuntu disk and bolted for the door.  It was locked. guy next door let out a sassy chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Cake Lancelot,' he rebuked. guy next door always had been a little insensitive, so Cake Lancelot knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before guy next door did something crazy, like... start chucking pencils at him or something. Almost immediately, he gripped his ubuntu disk tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

   guy next door looked on, blankly. 'What the hell?  That seemed excessive.  The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Cake Lancelot. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame eight days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Cake Lancelot. 'Oh.  You ..okay?' Still silence. guy next door walked over to the window and looked down. Cake Lancelot was gone.

----o0o----

   Just yonder, Cake Lancelot was struggling to make his way through the vineyard behind guy next door's place. Cake Lancelot had severely hurt his leg during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength.  Another pack of feral penguins suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the ubuntu disk.  One by one they latched on to Cake Lancelot.  Already weakened from his injury, Cake Lancelot yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed.  The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of penguins running off with his ubuntu disk.

   But then God came down with His clever smile and restored Cake Lancelot's ubuntu disk. Feeling frustrated, God smote the penguins for their injustice.  Then He got in His '82 Corolla and whizzed away with the fortitude of  1.2 billion otters running from a bloated pack of beavers. Cake Lancelot jumped with joy when he saw this. His ubuntu disk was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in ten minutes his favorite TV show,  commercials, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When marmots meet gun'). Cake Lancelot was overjoyed. And so, everyone except guy next door and a few weapon of mass destruction-toting puppies lived blissfully happy, forever after.

   It all started when our protagonist, Jebediah, woke up in a bush. It was the sixth time it had happened. Feeling abnormally pleased, Jebediah attacked a mitten, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Suddenly, he realized that his beloved solid rocket booster was missing!  Immediately he called hisundefined, Bill. Jebediah had known Bill for (plus or minus) one million years, the majority of which were curious ones.  Bill was unique. He was easygoing though sometimes a little... pestering. Jebediah called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

   Bill picked up to a very sad Jebediah. Bill calmly assured him that most hamsters yawn before mating, yet marmots usually indiscriminately turn red *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Jebediah.  Why was Bill trying to distract Jebediah?  Because he had snuck out from Jebediah's with the solid rocket booster only ten days prior.  It was a electric little solid rocket booster... how could he resist?

   It didn't take long before Jebediah got back to the subject at hand: his solid rocket booster. Bill sneezed. Relunctantly, Bill invited him over, assuring him they'd find the solid rocket booster. Jebediah grabbed his couch and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Bill realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the solid rocket booster and he had to do it aggressively. He figured that if Jebediah took the '63 Comet, he had take at least two minutes before Jebediah would get there.  But if he took the Name Mk1?  Then Bill would be abnormally screwed.

   Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Bill was interrupted by seven insensitive Bobs that were lured by his solid rocket booster. Bill grimaced; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling puzzled, he carefully reached for his sock and skillfully groped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the cornfield, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief.  That's when he heard the Name Mk1 rolling up.  It was Jebediah.

----o0o----

   As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Texaco to pick up a 12-pack of forks, so he knew he was running late.  With a quick leap, Jebediah was out of the Name Mk1 and went charismatically jaunting toward Bill's front door.  Meanwhile inside,  Bill was panicking.  Not thinking, he tossed the solid rocket booster into a box of mittens and then slid the box behind his grandfather clock. Bill was stunned but at least the solid rocket booster was concealed.  The doorbell rang.

   'Come in,' Bill earnestly purred.  With a heroic push, Jebediah opened the door.  'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some clueless fiend in a truck,' he lied.  'It's fine,' Bill assured him. Jebediah took a seat vaguely close to where Bill had hidden the solid rocket booster. Bill sneezed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness.  'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted.  But Jebediah was distracted. Rather abruptly, Bill noticed a clueless look on Jebediah's face. Jebediah slowly opened his mouth to speak.

   '...What's that smell?'

   Bill felt a stabbing pain in his chest when Jebediah asked this.  In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the solid rocket booster right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what?  I don't smell anything..!'  A lie.  A oafish look started to form on Jebediah's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's mittens from when she used to have pet bunnies.  She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Jebediah nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Bill could react, Jebediah aggressively lunged toward the box and opened it.  The solid rocket booster was plainly in view.

   Jebediah stared at Bill for what what must've been seven minutes. A few minutes later, Bill groped charismatically in Jebediah's direction, clearly desperate. Jebediah grabbed the solid rocket booster and bolted for the door.  It was locked. Bill let out a curious chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Jebediah,' he rebuked. Bill always had been a little abrasive, so Jebediah knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Bill did something crazy, like... start chucking forks at him or something. All of a sudden, he gripped his solid rocket booster tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

   Bill looked on, blankly. 'What the hell?  That seemed excessive.  The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Jebediah. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame ten days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Jebediah. 'Oh.  You ..okay?' Still silence. Bill walked over to the window and looked down. Jebediah was gone.

----o0o----

   Just yonder, Jebediah was struggling to make his way through the desert behind Bill's place. Jebediah had severely hurt his face during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength.  Another pack of feral Bobs suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the solid rocket booster.  One by one they latched on to Jebediah.  Already weakened from his injury, Jebediah yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed.  The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Bobs running off with his solid rocket booster.

   About eight hours later, Jebediah awoke, his thigh throbbing.  It was dark and Jebediah did not know where he was.  Deep in the mysterious vineyard, Jebediah was abundantly lost. All of a sudden, he remembered that his solid rocket booster was taken by the Bobs. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life.  That's when, to his horror, a enormous Bob emerged from the jungle.  It was the alpha Bob. Jebediah opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the Bob sunk its teeth into Jebediah's chest. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Jebediah's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.

   Less than six miles away, Bill was entombed by anguish over the loss of the solid rocket booster.  'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened oven mitt.  With a skillful thrust, he buried it deeply into his face.  As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Jebediah... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him.  But he would die alone that day.  All that remained was the solid rocket booster that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise.  And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Bobs, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come.  Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead.  So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(

Hopefully some of you get the reference.

   It all started when our adventurer, carrotlord Mcgee, woke up in a forest. It was the first time it had happened. Feeling abnormally concerned, carrotlord Mcgee hit a fork, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Subsequently, he realized that his beloved golden carrot was missing!  Immediately he called his buddy, Elora Rapebottom. carrotlord Mcgee had known Elora Rapebottom for (plus or minus) half a million years, the majority of which were enchanting ones.  Elora Rapebottom was unique. She was attractive though sometimes a little... insensitive. carrotlord Mcgee called her anyway, for the situation was urgent.

   Elora Rapebottom picked up to a very glad carrotlord Mcgee. Elora Rapebottom calmly assured him that most marmots shudder before mating, yet capybaras usually sassily cringe *after* mating. She had no idea what that meant; she was only concerned with distracting carrotlord Mcgee.  Why was Elora Rapebottom trying to distract carrotlord Mcgee?  Because she had snuck out from carrotlord Mcgee's with the golden carrot only ten days prior.  It was a flamboyant little golden carrot... how could she resist?

   It didn't take long before carrotlord Mcgee got back to the subject at hand: his golden carrot. Elora Rapebottom sneezed. Relunctantly, Elora Rapebottom invited him over, assuring him they'd find the golden carrot. carrotlord Mcgee grabbed his bed and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Elora Rapebottom realized that she was in trouble. She had to find a place to hide the golden carrot and she had to do it recklessly. She figured that if carrotlord Mcgee took the Viper, she had take at least eleven minutes before carrotlord Mcgee would get there.  But if he took the the rare giant-snakeed horse of Africa?  Then Elora Rapebottom would be really screwed.

   Before she could come up with any reasonable ideas, Elora Rapebottom was interrupted by four selfish blue-bellied mondayfishs that were lured by her golden carrot. Elora Rapebottom belched; 'Not again', she thought. Feeling puzzled, she carefully reached for her salt shaker and aggressively stroked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the moor, squealing with discontent. She exhaled with relief.  That's when she heard the the rare giant-snakeed horse of Africa rolling up.  It was carrotlord Mcgee.

----o0o----

   As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at McDonald's to pick up a 12-pack of pencils, so he knew he was running late.  With a careful leap, carrotlord Mcgee was out of the the rare giant-snakeed horse of Africa and went sassily jaunting toward Elora Rapebottom's front door.  Meanwhile inside,  Elora Rapebottom was panicking.  Not thinking, she tossed the golden carrot into a box of mittens and then slid the box behind her microwave. Elora Rapebottom was worried but at least the golden carrot was concealed.  The doorbell rang.

   'Come in,' Elora Rapebottom sassily purred.  With a calculated push, carrotlord Mcgee opened the door.  'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some selfish ass in a '63 Comet,' he lied.  'It's fine,' Elora Rapebottom assured him. carrotlord Mcgee took a seat right next to where Elora Rapebottom had hidden the golden carrot. Elora Rapebottom cringed trying unsuccessfully to hide her nervousness.  'Uhh, can I get you anything?' she blurted.  But carrotlord Mcgee was distracted. A few minutes later, Elora Rapebottom noticed a selfish look on carrotlord Mcgee's face. carrotlord Mcgee slowly opened his mouth to speak.

   '...What's that smell?'

   Elora Rapebottom felt a stabbing pain in her chest when carrotlord Mcgee asked this.  In a moment of disbelief, she realized that she had hidden the golden carrot right by her oscillating fan. 'Wh-what?  I don't smell anything..!'  A lie.  A insensitive look started to form on carrotlord Mcgee's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's spoons from when she used to have pet hamsters.  She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. carrotlord Mcgee nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Elora Rapebottom could react, carrotlord Mcgee skillfully lunged toward the box and opened it.  The golden carrot was plainly in view.

   carrotlord Mcgee stared at Elora Rapebottom for what what must've been six milliseconds. Unexpectedly, Elora Rapebottom groped flamboyantly in carrotlord Mcgee's direction, clearly desperate. carrotlord Mcgee grabbed the golden carrot and bolted for the door.  It was locked. Elora Rapebottom let out a sassy chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, carrotlord Mcgee,' she rebuked. Elora Rapebottom always had been a little dimwitted, so carrotlord Mcgee knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Elora Rapebottom did something crazy, like... start chucking spoons at her or something. Almost immediately, he gripped his golden carrot tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

   Elora Rapebottom looked on, blankly. 'What the hell?  That seemed excessive.  The other door was open, you know.' Silence from carrotlord Mcgee. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame nine days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly she felt a tinge of concern for carrotlord Mcgee. 'Oh.  You ..okay?' Still silence. Elora Rapebottom walked over to the window and looked down. carrotlord Mcgee was gone.

----o0o----

   Just yonder, carrotlord Mcgee was struggling to make his way through the moor behind Elora Rapebottom's place. carrotlord Mcgee had severely hurt his leg during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength.  Another pack of feral blue-bellied mondayfishs suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the golden carrot.  One by one they latched on to carrotlord Mcgee.  Already weakened from his injury, carrotlord Mcgee yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed.  The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of blue-bellied mondayfishs running off with his golden carrot.

   About seven hours later, carrotlord Mcgee awoke, his leg throbbing.  It was dark and carrotlord Mcgee did not know where he was.  Deep in the arid moor, carrotlord Mcgee was extraordinarily lost. Rather abruptly, he remembered that his golden carrot was taken by the blue-bellied mondayfishs. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life.  That's when, to his horror, a big blue-bellied mondayfish emerged from the pumpkin patch.  It was the alpha blue-bellied mondayfish. carrotlord Mcgee opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the blue-bellied mondayfish sunk its teeth into carrotlord Mcgee's arm. With a faint groan, the life escaped from carrotlord Mcgee's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.

   Less than nine miles away, Elora Rapebottom was entombed by anguish over the loss of the golden carrot.  'MY PRECIOUS!!' she cried, as she reached for a sharpened paper clip.  With a quick thrust, she buried it deeply into her neck.  As the room began to fade to black, she thought about carrotlord Mcgee... wishing she had found the courage to tell him that she loved him.  But she would die alone that day.  All that remained was the golden carrot that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise.  And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant blue-bellied mondayfishs, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come.  Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead.  So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(

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*** L337 Story Generator v1.0
*** Written by Derek Clark.  Copyright © www.the-elite.net ~ 2004-present
*** Forever pwning with earnest.

 It all started when our adventurer, Heavy, woke up in a forest. It was the eighth time it had happened. Feeling extraordinarily frustrated, Heavy deflowered a stapler, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Without warning, he realized that his beloved minigun was missing!  Immediately he called his acquaintance, Medic. Heavy had known Medic for (plus or minus) 1.2 billion years, the majority of which were sassy ones.  Medic was unique. He was smart though sometimes a little... insensitive. Heavy called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

   Medic picked up to a very happy Heavy. Medic calmly assured him that most puppies yawn before mating, yet marmots usually charismatically panic *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Heavy.  Why was Medic trying to distract Heavy?  Because he had snuck out from Heavy's with the minigun only seven days prior.  It was a eccentric little minigun... how could he resist?

   It didn't take long before Heavy got back to the subject at hand: his minigun. Medic yawned. Relunctantly, Medic invited him over, assuring him they'd find the minigun. Heavy grabbed his piano and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Medic realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the minigun and he had to do it aimlessly. He figured that if Heavy took the Viper, he had take at least seven minutes before Heavy would get there.  But if he took the shoes?  Then Medic would be overwhelmingly screwed.

   Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Medic was interrupted by nine abrasive pyros that were lured by his minigun. Medic sighed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling pleased, he recklessly reached for his stapler and aimlessly groped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the vineyard, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief.  That's when he heard the shoes rolling up.  It was Heavy.

----o0o----

   As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at IHOP to pick up a 12-pack of oven mitts, so he knew he was running late.  With a mighty leap, Heavy was out of the shoes and went sassily jaunting toward Medic's front door.  Meanwhile inside,  Medic was panicking.  Not thinking, he tossed the minigun into a box of oven mitts and then slid the box behind his television. Medic was puzzled but at least the minigun was concealed.  The doorbell rang.

   'Come in,' Medic indiscriminately purred.  With a mighty push, Heavy opened the door.  'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some abrasive maniac in a '82 Corolla,' he lied.  'It's fine,' Medic assured him. Heavy took a seat right next to where Medic had hidden the minigun. Medic grimaced trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness.  'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted.  But Heavy was distracted. Soon afterward, Medic noticed a abrasive look on Heavy's face. Heavy slowly opened his mouth to speak.

   '...What's that smell?'

   Medic felt a stabbing pain in his chest when Heavy asked this.  In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the minigun right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what?  I don't smell anything..!'  A lie.  A pestering look started to form on Heavy's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's mittens from when she used to have pet hamsters.  She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Heavy nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Medic could react, Heavy recklessly lunged toward the box and opened it.  The minigun was plainly in view.

   Heavy stared at Medic for what what must've been seven minutes. Without warning, Medic groped exotically in Heavy's direction, clearly desperate. Heavy grabbed the minigun and bolted for the door.  It was locked. Medic let out a enticing chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Heavy,' he rebuked. Medic always had been a little dimwitted, so Heavy knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Medic did something crazy, like... start chucking spoons at him or something. Subsequently, he gripped his minigun tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

   Medic looked on, blankly. 'What the hell?  That seemed excessive.  The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Heavy. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame five days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Heavy. 'Oh.  You ..okay?' Still silence. Medic walked over to the window and looked down. Heavy was gone.

----o0o----

   Just yonder, Heavy was struggling to make his way through the forest behind Medic's place. Heavy had severely hurt his abdomen during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength.  Another pack of feral pyros suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the minigun.  One by one they latched on to Heavy.  Already weakened from his injury, Heavy yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed.  The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of pyros running off with his minigun.

   About nine hours later, Heavy awoke, his back throbbing.  It was dark and Heavy did not know where he was.  Deep in the lonely bush, Heavy was abundantly lost. Rather abruptly, he remembered that his minigun was taken by the pyros. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life.  That's when, to his horror, a shrunken pyro emerged from the cornfield.  It was the alpha pyro. Heavy opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the pyro sunk its teeth into Heavy's butt. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Heavy's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.

   Less than six miles away, Medic was entombed by anguish over the loss of the minigun.  'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened paper clip.  With a quick thrust, he buried it deeply into his butt.  As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Heavy... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him.  But he would die alone that day.  All that remained was the minigun that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise.  And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant pyros, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come.  Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead.  So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(

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*** L337 Story Generator v1.0
*** Written by Derek Clark.  Copyright © www.the-elite.net ~ 2004-present
*** Forever pwning with earnest.