In a little known foray in avionics Orville

In a little known foray in avionics Orville Redenbacher developed a fuselage fueled with unpopped popcorn. On the maiden flight of the Popoville Flyer
there was an unfortunate accident. A passenger complained "the butter was too dry", and that there was "not enough salt". So, Orville poured scalding hot butter on the passenger.
"Now _you_ will be as my delicious popping-corn!" Orville mused, as his assistants wheeled in a corn shucker appropriate for a human-sized maize ear.
Just as it seemed the situation could get no worse, the summoning circle lit with a red glow. After the smoke cleared, standing in the center was none other than B'chuggeroth!
The sulfur wafted out of his nostrils as he thundered, "WHO HAS DARED SUMMON B'CHUGGEROTH? YOU WILL SUFFER FOR DISTURBING MY ETERNAL REST!" We cowered in the corner, not daring to
to breathe. B'HCUGGEROTH crunched around the room, sniffing for the scent of succulent human. It was at that moment that I remembered his only weakness, and luckily we had split a
watermelon earlier, so the seeds were readily available to me. I scooped out some melon flesh and placed the seeds on my tongue. B'Hcuggeroth must have heard me though, and
flashed his silver tongue, grabbing the watermelon before I could swallow and execute my plan. Passing on the mutation would never happen on B'Hcuggeroth's watch.
B'Chuggeroth was against mutations. He considered himself above mutants. He read books like "In Defense of Elitism" and the like. The only problem was he lusted after mutants in
blubbery multi-chambered heart. When the tabloids outed his tryst with Jeam Grey, the unspeakable one had to come clean. Mutants are my friends, they will be the first to be eaten.

Started: 2011-04-22 07:03:17
Finished: 2011-09-12 08:23:42

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