"Fortule me, Chillins!" Screamed Snpish one finelteristic day in mid-octoberdon. "Fortule me for I have snind!" he yelled powafully, "I have snind!" The gung-hole was as bright as day yet the mistkurt of clouds gleamed on through the glabering sunlight. A small mazchin of houtong barbas sang a shpuzz he had composed of cheese & rye. The chillins sprang at the Snpish man with gleaming and eager teztrigolds flashing in the bitter coddness. They found there target and, with gnashering, blizzering, snotions, they made Snpish un here. Un bad Un gooden. Un not dead. Yet a pile of rubish fell from the sky and the chillins were gone. A bird flew by, and the crickets began to chirp again. A lone Kermit Krab scuttled along the barrenisht ground. The sninder was no more. Snpish was dead.
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THE TALE OF FUVUNS
"Eat, eat, eat that's all you ever do anymore fuvuns" said Maltchalt."Kill your dog and everyone weak around the tree. IT's not what the gald of Anson Istafe instructed you to do. Oh, wow zero, what will the fargump say when I tell him?" "Oh, pleaze your all-so-goodiness, I want forgivenizizzlelisizim!" pleaded fuvuns. "But Ah."screamed the dog-tart in the road,"I over heard your conversation, and all I can say is; my oh my loud pig, so I can eat Funji."
"Good freaking duck!" said Maltchalt in an angry voice,"If I don't tell fargump i'll be a cheeseless bagel bite all my life!" and he broke in to tears.
"It's okay I have goombas in high places, and I know what side of my heads buttered! I can rule the world!" shouted fuvuns, and then the whole planet blew up.
MORAL: NEVER TRY TO RULE THE WORLD WITH OUT CLEAN STICKY BUNS
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