Upon reaching what he thought would be his promise land, he was met with resistance. Not just from the people, but nature itself seemed unhappy. This was nothing like what he knew.

Raising an eyebrow in interest, Morpheus walked towards the crowd to find an arm wrestling competition in progress. It seems the self-proclaimed master was losing.

"A warrior." I said offering a hand to console him. "This is what we have to do. They started this war so we have to end it or become a part of the casualties." I smiled softly.

I can't believe I've had so much luck! Not only had I snuck out of the castle and now I was safely on my way to the Land of the Living. This should be easy. Humans will love me!

"So this is what it's come to?" En stared at the straw men in his path as he brandished his weapon. "I suppose I knew my parents would send you after me. I'll speak at your funeral

Clees, the Ballbarian from Sackville, walked back to his Testosterosa when he noticed a vast difference. Testiclees's vehicle had been absconded with by the Estrogians, who left a

named Bootsy. He took up a lot of space in the gondola. The crime solving gondolier was named Bobby Joe McAlester but she was usually just called BJ because of her hobby. Crime

me. I got his point. He was the one on the line if anything went amiss. I was just an observer. He was on his 5th cup of dirty coffee when he fell to the floor flouncing about.

Then the grim specter of AIDS poked its face out from the crevice and I noped the fuck out of there. No way was I gonna sparkle like a vampire from drinking her period blood.

I mean, how maladjusted could he really be, being raised by his two weird racist aunts? Plus he was so ugly, I didn't really fancy the thought of him having children. A condom it

slightest perturbed by Nyarlathotep. We all pointed and laughed at him. One guy quipped, "He wanted to reject Cthulhu, but said, '$20 is $20 is $20 is $20 is $20 is $20 is $20!'"

even speedier relapse when instead of wheelchairs convalescents were given roller skates and instead of handicap ramps we just had steeper stairs. Insurance premiums skyrocketed!

And absolutely form-fitting to the Goofy costume as well. See, when I say "specimen", I don't mean that he was handsome, but that he was some science experiment gone wrong. Freaks

without lapsing into shrill, idle gossip. I noticed a lot of imprints of Thom Tumb on the sidewalk where he'd careened several scale miles soaking wet. I just assumed he was dead.

were too busy arguing over one another to hear me try to ally their fears. "It's very simple," I said in futility. "WhitSlimman always wears a hat, as opposed to just sometimes."

I was sure the plant was speaking; it had a very botanical accent. "Spam Baby is no more; I have consumed him," said the plant. "That's good to know," I replied.

o' tomahters, but at least our countryisms' ain't goin' nowheres in particular." Huck responded by saying nothing; he'd had a light coronary. Gidgit avoided his gaze awkwardly.

been asleep for some time. I was also experiencing another loss of urine, so I called up my doctor about it and asked if it was safe to deposit it into the toilet bowl.

killing since we'd killed all the trains off back in aught seven, but one day a muscle-clad man faced that ghost train and give it the ol' heave-ho Chattanooga suplex. Our hero!

up a book. "En la jaro de nia sinjoro, du mil dek du, anno domini, raso de malbonaj estaĵoj, kiujn ni nomas la Ĉevalistoj, venis al nia tero tra trans-dimensia portalo de nekonata