Commander A Llama addressed the Ducks of

Commander A Llama addressed the Ducks of Al-Hazred, Six Million Dollar Clam, the Bionic Wombat & all the other Folding Animals aboard Cattlecar Galactica - "Friends, Folders,

The frog wove a gossamer thread connecting the tales of foldingstory. The egret paused midstrike on one foot listening. But when Ribbit opened his mouth to imitate the great hippo

a troll of the underworld escaped and disrupted the harmony of the Folding realm with inflammatory, extraneous, and off-topic messages. A champion was needed. A hero capable of

teaching etiquette to trolls. Napkins in laps, sequiturs in folds, the essentials. "You see, Mr. Troll, sometimes there are characters other writers care about." A club to the face

of a Tickle-me-Elmo always lifts my spirits. That's why I was talking to Mr. Troll with such verve. But the Troll was determined to snap my good humor. He moved from behind the

Desk with a pile of papers, saying they were mine. I looked at them and Mr. Troll pointed to my Uncle Jakobius's signature. He died in 1979. I asked what it meant. Mr. Troll told

me to stop acting so butthurt or he would dox me for shitposting. I wanted to retort by calling him foreveralone but that did feel butthurtty so I threw him the sauce instead. OP

-ERATION SOYSAUCE was a success and soon he was too busy eating his Fancy Fried Hog Maw to notice me slipping out the kitchen door and racing to the police station in my

undies. After submitting my report of the home invasion I was arrested for public lewdness and sentenced to 6 months propriety school where we learned to twerp w/o moving our hips.