Post by TheNebulousMysteryRider on Dec 25, 2023 2:05:54 GMT
Hour three...the final...the last...
Hold your applause.
All should be quiet, stuffed to no end with delicious vittles, saving enough space for the final course, the reverse bandit known as this "Klaus" and the one who shall finally usurp his throne. Me.
Rubbing my hands full of arsenic sauce should the reindeer prove aa problem, sugar carrots are sure to slow them down. The elves, wrapping paper, laughing gas. The Man with the Bag? Expired milk.
Indeed, this is our final hour. My triumph.
With it, not even General Flame what's the name, shall stand before the storm that is approaching. The boards shall never be the same.
I have no use for tidings.
I despise sheep and magical creatures.
And yet, watching the remaining forces slip and slide on the newly watered roadway? Now that, I find myself getting behind.
I hear a clatter.
I leave my gonk droid to relay these transmissions to my loyal followers.
The Captain logs out. Long live, the Collywobbles. May our cauliflower forever wave.
All should be quiet, stuffed to no end with delicious vittles, saving enough space for the final course, the reverse bandit known as this "Klaus" and the one who shall finally usurp his throne. Me.
Rubbing my hands full of arsenic sauce should the reindeer prove aa problem, sugar carrots are sure to slow them down. The elves, wrapping paper, laughing gas. The Man with the Bag? Expired milk.
Indeed, this is our final hour. My triumph.
With it, not even General Flame what's the name, shall stand before the storm that is approaching. The boards shall never be the same.
I have no use for tidings.
I despise sheep and magical creatures.
And yet, watching the remaining forces slip and slide on the newly watered roadway? Now that, I find myself getting behind.
I hear a clatter.
I leave my gonk droid to relay these transmissions to my loyal followers.
The Captain logs out. Long live, the Collywobbles. May our cauliflower forever wave.
All should be quiet, stuffed to no end with delicious vittles, saving enough space for the final course, the reverse bandit known as this "Klaus" and the one who shall finally usurp his throne. Me.
Rubbing my hands full of arsenic sauce should the reindeer prove aa problem, sugar carrots are sure to slow them down. The elves, wrapping paper, laughing gas. The Man with the Bag? Expired milk.
Indeed, this is our final hour. My triumph.
With it, not even General Flame what's the name, shall stand before the storm that is approaching. The boards shall never be the same.
I have no use for tidings.
I despise sheep and magical creatures.
And yet, watching the remaining forces slip and slide on the newly watered roadway? Now that, I find myself getting behind.
I hear a clatter.
I leave my gonk droid to relay these transmissions to my loyal followers.
The Captain logs out. Long live, the Collywobbles. May our cauliflower forever wave.
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