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THE END
Once, a Knight destroyed happiness. He was killed by all the now non-happy people for destroying their happiness, then a man named fred ate him and died.

The rolling man rolled into a H-bomb and EXPLODED! Then the world died. Which is bad, yeah. It is! Really! Monkey! Dirt! Bannana! Oh. Where was I? THE BEGINNG!

Muffins are good too I suppose. Hmmm...maybe I should have eaten that half eaten muffin when I ate the first half of the half eaten muffin. sweatdrop

Here's a llama
There's a llama
And another little llama
Fuzzy llama
Funny llama
Llama llama duck!

Llamas are your friends... but then they'll eat you alive... when you ain't looking... fear the mighty llama!

Pineapples saved my life when I was drowning in a sea of orange peels while I jumped on my trampoline with a lamp. twisted

I want a monkey with MUFFINS!

I want muffins for brains.

The small battles we fought on the cobblestone when we were still young. The small victories we achieved. The many sparkling junk spoils we plundered. In the evening…staring up from the back alley of s and taverns, where the sun never shines, I saw something. Shimmering against the setting sun, it was the brightest thing I had ever seen. I made up my mind. The junk I would get for myself…would be that thing. Darkness. Deep darkness without even a trace of light. How much time has passed since I was cast into this darkness…? An eternity…but it also seems like an instant…all my senses are numbed and I can’t feel a thing. What of my body? It’s like it’s floating in mid-air. Have I retained my sanity? Did I go insane long ago? In all this emptiness…only one thing is vivid. Only him. Like lightning on a dark night, he rises up within me, blazing. And again and again like a tidal wave, an infinite number of feelings surge upon me. Malice, friendship, jealousy futility, regret, tenderness, sorrow, pain, hunger…so many recurring, yearning feelings. That giant swirl of violent emotions in which none are definite but all are implied. That alone is the bond which keeps my consciousness from vanishing amidst the numbness. I know that I’m different from other people. Those I’ve met can by no means disregard me. They always view me with either a look of good will or animosity. I know that the good will forms into trust or fellowship and the animosity into awe or possibly dread. Thereby have I grasped…the hearts of so many in these hands…but why is it when it comes to him, I always lose my composure? He was the reason I’ve been thrown into the darkness, and now he’s the sole sustenance keeping me alive. Out of so many thousands of comrades and tens of thousands of enemies, why just him…? How long ago did someone I was supposed to have in hand…instead gain such a strong hold on me? The endless play begun so long ago on the cobblestone of the back alley. That pilgrimage to claim what to me was the most sacred piece of junk. But now, as he shines so glaring within me…the junk grows dull.

*puts on helmet* I like nuts.