"so, any last remarks, Bieber?" "No, Sir"

"so, any last remarks, Bieber?" "No, Sir" The disgrace was now hanging by a thread looped around his big toe. Below him, was the Japanese volcano Sacwanjoho. "So, bieber, any idea why your here?
He tried to reply, but all that was audible through the gag was "Mmphl." Doktor Evilschtein ceased his monologue and shot Justin Bieber in the head. He was dead forever. The end.
At least that's what all the Bieber-haters thought. But they hadn't counted on Dr. Frankenpepper who had Igor dig up the corpse and bring it to his lab
to recreate the teeny-bopper-loving baby-faced crooner. "IT'S ALIVE IT'S ALIVE!" Dr. Frankenpepper cried. The monster sat up and began to sing a bubblegum pop melody.
Because the monster, who lived in the closet, had written every bubble gum pop song heard on the radio. The monster had composed several N'Sync songs in the closets of many
little children. The monster wasn't allowed anywhere within 100 yards of children, but he never got caught. After Monsters inc. went south all he could do was write pop songs. Anus
was his name. You can guess his game... disgusting! His name was on every watch list and monster offender list. You can imagine that
whilst he was at the top of those kind of lists, he was probably at the bottom of lists entitled 'People I'd Most Like to Spend Time with' or 'Top 10 House Mates' not that
he went online to look at his rating. There he was, between Genghis Kahn and Carrot Top. To move up, he had to be 'nice' to his roomy. Things like 'flush the toilet' and 'bathe.'
He went so far as to acquire an immune disorder to turn the tables. Outer sterility led to inner fecundity, his creativity flourished, and his dark blossoms illuminated the world.

Started: 2011-05-03 16:03:58
Finished: 2011-11-24 16:14:15

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