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Mister Finster lived in a small duplex. He had a mild temperament, but the upstairs bongo boy was getting on his last nerve. "DAYYOHHH! DAYAYAYYOOHHH!!!!!" The plaster was falling.

Something snapped in mild Mister Finster. He grabbed his cubit zirconium dentures & creaked up the stairs. "Bed time for Bonzo", he thought. He knocked.The bongo playing stopped.

The evil monkey picked up the cymbals. When Mr. Finster opened the door, CLASH! The cymbal vibration shattered his Cubic Zirconium dentures. The evil monkey took control of his

pants using a complex structure of popsicle sticks and string, puppeteering him around the room with expert precision. He had been training for this moment for years, and with one

giant puppet leap, he stunned a nearby Nun into quitting her job and becoming a puppeteer, too. She converted to his religion and they got married. They did boxing nun puppet sho

gun, a martial art completely relient on carbo-loading. The sect would wander suburbia looking for spaghetti dinners to scam. They were powerful and dirt poor. They also would

come to find out that spaghetti was a religion unto itself. Pastafarians, who worship the Flying Spaghetti Monster, would not tolerate such attacks on their meatballs. They rose

to the occasion with handfuls of parmesan cheese and were ready for battle. The Gnocchi and Orzo were the first to be killed, they never really fit in anyway. The linguine were sc

rappy during the heat of battle. This food fight escalated into a food war. The Italians won the early battles, but as we all know the leftovers are never as good the next day.