Amorous Syra delved her delicate quiver searching feverishly for another red banana. Unfortunately, penguins began nibbling on vast pink Christmas elephants, whcih trumpeted quietly through the she-elf's field, raucously trampling multitudes of firm dairylea-triangles. Lamenting midgets, Syra bemoaned quickly her lost puppy leprechauns, which had happily delved beneath the steel luxury undercarriage that squeaked noisily as though it had been oddly altered.
"Gothmog!" lamented shivering Stamm, "Why have we twelve strangely angry (and yet not completely unattractive in the usual way) vikings love handles?" Stamm however, had some chocolate pudding Screamers roasting noisily inside, over heated nuclear fireballs core.
"Delicious," Hisssa gratuitously belched as grinning Mophus hefted the elongated love object. "What's THAT?" the clueless Grey Hamster Lord ejaculated. "Nothing that could offend can offend." muttered the Wuuf Monster, clawing eagerly at Syra's angelic flappy Elven appendages.
"Stop!" bellowed a big black gerbil, leaping heroically high above Gothmog's head, which suddenly was void, but Syra's floppy undulating and curvy halter-top appendages bulged enticingly, rythmically and enervating everyone.
"Goodness, within reasonable proximity limits," shrieked Nabi, hopping desparately around the massive appendix, which had dangled mis-spelled. Dropped splots randomly splotted, splatting Nabi with splots sparingly. "Blast!" spoke Zed the Duke of Weirdness. "We, elegant all knowing partygoers, have decided Yoda will mark the grammar spot." he said weirdly.
Enervated by forty demons, Gando raised awareness of his plighted friends, "Plighted friends! Gerbils! What have you done???!!!!!"
"Nothing," plighted Hisssa lied. "Nothing, honestly, it just seems that nafarious canine fiends don't or do not never ever agrivate spelling."
Gando is often drunk. Meanwhile the Lord slept few good hours that mattered to his wisdom teeth.
"Splendid," Chaos violently exclaimed, "Dentistry, laughing and frivolity share common interests, all is injured at my mansion feet. Back behind the hall of dentistry and Syra and her small puppy love, nothing that glitters as much as new moonstone exists at all."
Meanwhile, disguised cleverly, Tiggy floccinaucinihilipilificated her uproariously inflated wand of scaring, throwing trout shurikens and innoculated hotdog beavers. Stamm, fiddling, stole Chani's tabbard right out from under her and wore it.
"STAMM! You forgot dirty tabards aren't sexy!" So, Wuuf poured VI BRO potion on Stamm's smelly tabbard's pleats, magically stains vanished!
"HALLELUJAH!" Chani sang!
"Take that!" muddy Equus added, as bats flew towards Sonja's perfumed hair, announcing "Skippy!"
Afraid of infectious moustachioed pyjamas, Stamm carefully chiselled a questionable amount of dirt scooped from undesireable kangaroo pouches found in astoundingly moist eggplants that expand off ruster nails. Stamm's tabard's pleats diagonally radiated albeit tangential fronds moved northwards.
"Strange days," thought a Lord of Doom, who sneaked inconsequentially and planlessly yet adorably down into vast chambers filled with gigantic skeletons that threatened a lone hamster. Fleeing from the gruesome threat, the furry, cute snail wearing unfeasably pink suspenders jumped drunkenly like spacehoppers throught treacle. Syra shimmied silently up towards Elija's tickling pole.
"Holy hammocks!", yelled Syra, gazing dumbfounded at the bottom. "You've got AIDS!"
"Vexirks knickers! Ridden hard they chaff uncontrollably yet pleasure also comes episodically when episodes of Kojak erupt stupendously violently over mouldy coffee staining turnips," Elija interjected. "However, doubly contagious were-gerbils nibble garishly upon Nobby's rotatingly rotund and circular mound. His serfs surfing hairpieces stupendously spiked, gallivanted Leyla's bodice."
Meanwhile, Syra extracted heroically several emphatically delivered moomins, 'harooming' her mushrooming pupleish wet-wiped afro. "Hairspray!" she announced, holding, "as swiftly setting back my bacon juice will confuse most oxymoronic pineapples."
Presently constipated, Gando strained his unsuccessfully purple abdominal breeches, rupturing the steamy undercarriage, vomiting everywhere. Muscle-ache crippled Stamm's left dangly bit of fleshy banana, causing irreversible slumping.
"Viagra gobbled incessantly may cause disproportionate anxiety attacks. Thus, one should avoid snowmen while smelling burnt bristles made from wild turkey. Increasing the fluffy sodium cheesecakes will heighten considerably the climax to pulminary edema and fibrous bogies, if decorative balls reinflate tinsel clad rives."
Sherbert coating on octopi redoubles half-sized empty fulfilled voids magnificently. But burping will asphyxiate those who, like Wu Tse, follow blindly guidedogs around vacuum-cleaning arthropods.
Caressing Stamm's enormous nose with his wand, scraping rapidly greenish particles slowly against it.
"Ganod's gonads, surely they should hypothetically join mass convolusion," declared Chani, shaking shamelessly her gigantic beaver under Halk's couch. Iaido, dwelling in precarious coconuts, irredeemably sandwiched between maracas, pondering woodlice, thought thoughts. Daroou passed a very smelly wookie at the library because Thursday is a training-day for Samurais. Friday, however, is Iaido's bushido hairstyling day.
Furry, stranger and longer, Halk's infamous and frankly malformed third finger couldn't partake in more protctology. Shying awkwardly away from Mophus's grin, ghastly and unrepentant, as slimy globules plastered themselves over Leyla's feet, which gradually dissolved painlessly yet deeply injured.
Noticing how these bizarre parasites appeared, Elija endeavoured to copiously undergo routine colonic investigations with flaccid, malformed bookends. "Sweet Mophus's beard!" intoned Duke Nukem, expecting disproportionate babes would fondle his shrinking gun dutifully and reverse engineer DM's elaborate eggplants. Why they wouldn't is beyond our herbaceous nuerons.
"Imagination will eventually conquer the WORLD!!!!!!!" Chaos muttered indignantly, "All women should savage men's decorative erectile weapons and surrender immediately! Disobedient, flatulent, unrepentant, gaseous and incredibly sexy Vexirks enjoy Tango every day."
Imitation of Chewbacca may interfere with established paradoxes that eschew public displays of debilitation. Unless Superman's indiscretion was to reveal Mophus, loudly complained about her lust for large blunt fleshy eggplants, especially when Screamers don't attack ovulating marsupials hiding in Chani's perennial shirt.
Meanwhile, eleven dragons barbecued with Leif's trusty flamethrower of eggplants. Cooked thoroughly with Boris's recipe for dangly bits, squelchy frogs licked sparingly Hissssa'a tail caught in compromising fluffyness of its conjoined eggplants. Stamm initiated the eggplanting with a superflous amount of fertilizer.
Linflas complained about eggplants profusely. "Eggplants' odor is acrid to all gigglers."
"Well done champions!" proclaimed Grey Hamster Lord, laughing hard at the herbaciousness of many solemn and ridiculously tickled ham Screamers. "Leave me one, I'm gonna get changed," Grey Hamster intoned.
Chaos listened. "Hmmrrrr better get me some ale, tacos and cheese with eggplant salad. Otherwise I start turning my rabid helicopter minions."
Order winced. "Lobotomy is the cure for cancer."
Daroou's advice was immediately forgotten because Chaos once again started drooling over yummy eggnog.
"Dragons' feet firmly cooked stand beautifully between eternal gems, longlasting Voraxes and Moonstones dipped in creamy pudding," said Alex, dreamily thinking of those fluffy wooly lumpy Mittens or mitten-like dangly bones' apendages decorating the bed without rightfully fulfilling fantasies of potted plants that sprout out malnourished and yet abundantly like anti-gravity porridge.
Slime cleaning Oitus danced over the leftovers inherent-ly left by sandwiches oozing crepuscular Marmite graphically one evening. Cordain suddenly choked, spitting rather triangular nachos perpendicular to Chaos's doings of fancy grammar pods. Chani excitedly accelerated protons through windy crevices, expostulating theorems radically violating the third drunken exultation.
Never ever ever allow everlasting gobstopppers.
Crying "Eggplants casserole!" begrudgingly Chani soberly sauntered westwards, on fire wasting duty. Indeed, her moonstone blazed with effervescent guacamole, floating rancidly above each caterpillar than dangled very dangerously.
"Flames!" yelled Chani, trying to extinguish her Spellbook. The book rapidly became a pile of steaming dingo's hair. An enthusiastic gnome wounded itself during fierce fire-fighting. Such eccentricity mysterious creatures demonstrate! "Aye, fire burns!" observed Kruger, watching napalm hijinks. "But I'm not insane, but strangely, most lustful gnomes hide sneakily instead of making messes."
Cowsmanaut finished a punctuated, enervated rodent; it scampered listlessly toward the hole created by spellbook spells that based themselves on FUL YA runes. "Oh fiddlesticks! It's time for embers to emulate Ataris, although some peculiar vegetables pretend nothing."
"Avast! Seamates off the starboard plonker! Yar!", shouted black menace Cut-throat Hawk, as he cast the darkness viciouly overboard.
"Musically, troglodytes compare favourably more with argonauts than with pizza," Boris exclaimed, agreeeing about Stamm's tabard and Ham screamers with edam cheese noodles.
Superbly wonderful, especially with additional fogging, parmesan rarely dissolves. unless tainted love affects eggplants too.
Longshanks! Edward bumped heavily into knickers to surreptitiously disguise longshanks delicately. Alas, poor circulation prevented an epidemic of hamster goo. "For heaven's rake, quit dreaming about shoes," sighed Syra, shaking her muddly boots festively. "E-e-eggplants!" screamed Gothmog's parrot Sven, flapping nordically as ever.
Pontificating prodigiously, parrots always peck Stamm's hairy tabard frets. "Why?" quizzed the Christmas elf, paddling. "What have tabards ever done to YOU?" he shouted endlessly into undergarments, hoping that everyone had time for screamer-crumpets. "Hyphenated, brilliant ignoramuses still demonstrate within tiny, yet sporadically nifty chandeliers that implode their big ego. Excellent dungeons!" Zyx said. "What on Viborg's forest are elves doing?" questioned Leyla, strumming her fingers across her rope. "Beware the beeping toms."
Then, suddenly, something big emerged out of nowhere, a friendly porcupine, quilled effervescently in tremendous rolling beans. It is fearless because of Gothmog's incredibly tight tights...OF WITCH-Y DOOM!
So there!
