As the great beast rose above a shattered

As the great beast rose above a shattered Tokyo, it's nostrils flaring in triumph, a giant spaceship landed in front of it, and out of that spaceship came a giant robot made of

mochi. Godzilla had counted his skyscrapers a stomp too soon. The Mochmech extruded a sticky appendage wrapping them around Zilla's legs. Then it shot scaldingly hot miso soup

out of a potato gun right into Godzilla's crotch. Flames, electricity, acid shot from his mouth as the bumpy green mega lizard bent over. The Mochmech

became aroused at the sight of Godzilla's bumpy green ass sticking up in the air so cute. Mochmech lowered his potato gun, his eyes, now slits, glowered with desire. Godzilla

Took her last xanax and said hoodnight.

"Hoodnight"? That sounded, in no way, correct. It felt strange, to say the least, so as soon as she fell asleep from the xanax, I crept out the door with a fishing rod.

I bard her truck and drove down to the crick where I met my buds Earl and Lee. We set up on the bank and passed around a bag of live bait. "Dayum, attair warm's got two hads!"

We done wirked out a systam for divying one's with extra heads tween us, then spent the day chewin warms together. Dayum, dem fish got good taste. Hoo needs em when dere's squiggly

tings ta go around. Suddenly, Alfred the butler walks in with a shiny platter in one hand, holding a device. "Your 'Chav' translator, Sir." said Alfred to the Foldingstory users.