Previously: http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1310158763/
Let the fun times continue!
Prologue: The Death of
off of a mountain years in the past due to a tumbling river wheel.
"JEWS!" He shouted into the cold night, lamenting
the days gone by, when he would have gaysex with VIPPERS at all hours while the Universal Quantifier sang
Carmina Burana on repeat at quadruple-tempo.
Meanwhile, Gascone was
kissing her brother Goscone despite
aroused by the incestuous exchange. Guscone, on the other hand, appeared rather nonplussed by the whole thing.
The controversial directors Gescone and Gyscone (no relation to the aforementioned razorback hogs) were filming the entire experience for their upcoming independent unrated art film, titled
due to budget cuts they
had to replace the whole class with clonepas and lolis, who they payed in
Predictably enough, the lolis soon
their clonekittens had returned once more
to duel with the rich people.
Thus shall end their tyranny. The duels resulted in
But this was not all. The lolis disappearing caught the attention of Ace Dilowitz, private detective, and he thought that something sinister may be happening. As it turns out
, there wasn't. At least, nothing sinister related to the aforementioned lolis was happening. However, there was one loli who was tangled up in all sorts of sinister plots. One very special loli known as the GSL.
Chapter 2x(NEET)-1^(cot y): In Which the GSL Gets All Tangled Up In A Bunch of Sinister Plots
A sinister plot came and tangled her up! Seeing this, Michelle Obama
was fat.
Chapter 37.9299292: Michelle Obama is Fat and Angry
The First Lady splayed her corpulent ass over the sofa and shoved another handful of Cheetos Puffs into her maw. Oprah was on TV, giving the business to
brainwashed sheep" while Phillip K. Dick was listening
some painfully obscure
indie band.
Suddenly, the Sun
was bright.
"Barack!" Michelle growled, "Close them damn shades!"
his best buddy Saddam Hussein, who never actually died. Saddam
because an earthquake shook the entire course and reshaped the green. That earthquake also damaged a nearby
bunker housing the weapons of mass destruction Michelle was hiding under the backyard of the White House.
The weapons detonated, killing everyone in a 50km radius, vapourising their bodies and also killing their ghosts and completely erasing them from history forever.
Meanwhile, on a desolate mountainside in Kazakhstan, a portal to
the Nether
Potassium refinery was entered by
a Nether Potassium ore transport truck. Driving this truck was the GSL, who was still trying to untangle herself from the sinister plot which had wrapped itself around her entire body. Fortunately, the GSL had brought the ultimate sinister-plot-detangler:
Called the plotestroyer, it was invented by the brother of
the non-existent child of the GSS and the GSL. Which is to say, it was invented by the GSS. Maybe. Probably. Perhaps. Unless, of course, it was not, which is entirely possible. But not very likely. Unless, of course, we're talking about the GSS. Which, of course, we are. Probably.
Anyway, booty gryphon.
Suddenly, a 777 GET tore out of the ground, splitting the mountain asunder!
"Good Heavens!" exclaimed
the newly sentient plotestroyer, shortly before succumbing to
the shock of simultaneously becoming aware of the concepts of life and death, which caused the plotestroyer to revert to a non-sentient state. Meanwhile, the GSL was still tangled up in a sinister plot, so she
put on a frilly dress and span around really, really fast - until suddenly
ga-gantch
detector. This meant that she could no longer
detect ga-gantch without having to use her spare ga-gantch detector, which was a boring grey color unlike the broken one, which had been pink and had frilly lace and a floral pattern on it.
Just then, the sinister plot began to unravel.
It unraveled like a ball of yawn in the tiny yet evil paws of the world's cutest kitten.
Clouds of doubt fogged the weary detective's windshield as he navigated the rainy streets of
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his own mind. "Give me a sign I'm not dreaming," he said in vain desperation, looking to the sky in an ironic gesture.
As it just so happens, a sign that said "SIPS CO." was floating in the night sky. The detective was
, however, too busy staring wistfully into the distance to notice it. The local
grump
turned 67 years old
. Two away from 69 which is funny because sex. Being a 12 year old transported to an old man's body by aliens, the grump was looking forward to turning 69. He was grumpy because he had just discovered masturbation before being put inside the body of a man with a non-functioning penis.
Spying the grump, the detective snapped out of his scotch-addled daydreams and barked a barely intelligible message into his intercom:
"Target acquired. We got the bait ready?"
However, no one was listening on the other side as there was a parade going on.
But not just any parade.
It was a honky-tonk parade. Bystanders likened it to a melody played in a penny arcade.
The detective saw straight through this
"Robitussin Flavored Ice-cream" scam.
However, none of that mattered, as the GSL rolled the sinister plot up before anyone could even begin to care about the delusional detective and his brain problems.
Unfortunately for the GSL, her recent acts of godliness had completely ruined her false identity as a simple maid, and pretty much everyone knew she was actualy alive now, except for
Baby Carpy
and Shibbledy-Sharply. Nobody ever told them anything.
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Unfortunately, no one was at the computer or near any devices that could receive the transmission due to the parade
goers destroying all electronics to make their so-called ice cream.
Meanwhile, Goscone and the other razorback hogs were
Goscone.
That is to say, they had
capture a boy, who
golden statue of his godly sister. He hoped that his denace would be able to summon her so that she could sweep all those parade-goers back into the sinister plot she had just rolled up, and also so that her could give her her daily tsundere service. However, this boy, (who was of course none other than the GSS) would be unable to express his growing incestuous feelings today, since Goscone wanted to go for a walk and when Goscone wants to go for a walk you don't argue with Goscone.
By the time they returned from their walk, the GSL had
put the kettle on, done a merry jig, and
Thankfully, it was only with a water pistol.
Who should wander in at that moment but
a man with a .45 pistol. The GSL asked for the .45 then shot herself in the foot for real this time.
Of course, being a god and all, the bullet didn't do much. The sound of the gun going off, however, attracted the attention of
a donkey with a big butt
, named Ba-Donk-a-Donk.
collapsed under the combined weight of the pistol and his own butt and died.
The death of Ba-Donk-a-Donk just so happened to be one of the signals of the coming resurrection of hell's worst middle manager:
Beady Eyes. Beady Eyes wandered into the room,
the room wandered out.
"Where did they all go?" he pondered to himself.
Without warning, the entire
Orange Rhymes With Me
committed
one of the most heinous of sins:
meanwhile
a man with a peculiarly shaped