The terrifying creature, a zombie it was,

The terrifying creature, a zombie it was, came bursting out of the door when the girl opened it, a blood curdling scream escaping her lips and alerting the hoard.

as the creature drew near, she saw it was the dankest thing ever. it was tritanium pepe. it had escaped from the dankrix to seek revenge on hitler

But Pepe returned from Hitler's house in Austria when he found that the ex-Fuhrer had reformed himself and was now taking up a hobby of yodelling Franzl Lang songs in the Alpines.

He had been reborn at the feet of Lord Shiva. He was forbidden to take up politics or he would be another Gregor Samsa. There were rules he had to follow or else face the music. A

rebel aberration running brightly in my constitution led me to opt to face the music. At the signal I pivoted smartly and came face to face with the music. I stood firm and gave a

feinted pivot to the left and a smart goose step to the right, then I backtracked, covering old ground to reach my starting point and took a bow. It was just a bad cold. I blew my

mean man in the third row started yelling "Get off the stage!" repeatedly. So I pointed my laser sword at him and said "You want a taste of this, fellah?" and zapped him into

a far corner of the theater. He shook furiously and slid to the floor with a thud. That did it, but now everyone in the audience was staring at me again. I swung my laser sword

fiercely, accidentally slicing through the viewing screen, effectively cutting Ian McDiarmid's character in half. The theater erupted in cheering. Ding dong, the Emperor's dead...