"What ... the ... fuck? Totally stink in

"What ... the ... fuck? Totally stink in here, dude," Brian said, holding his nose. We opened the closet, and Adrian's body tumbled out, wrapped head to toe in plastic.

I noticed some geek was playing GameBoy outside. The plastic then unwrapped himself. I dunno why, but i didn't care. A few hours later

I took a shower and another limb fells off. This was getting serious.

My grammar was getting worse! Of course my limb didn't "fells" off, it "fell" off! What the hell was happening to me, I though while I ride my unicorn into the skyline.

My spelling was getting worse! Of course I didn't "though," I "thought"! "What the hell is happening to me?" I wondered as my unicorn landed atop a palm tree in Venezuela.

but as I dismounted, I didn't know whether I should say I was "there" or "their" with "there" or "their" unicorn! Wait... is one of them "they're"?? Then I suddenly realized:

They are coming! With me standing here alongside of this unicorn, I couldn't just pretend that I was out for a stroll through the nice starry night. I looked about for a place to

conceal this wondrous mythological creature and/or drop a monster grumpy. I had had to go ever since coming across the unicorn and

I covered it in a blanket. If it wasn't for that silly horn of his, he would be inconspicuous and well-hidden. I tried my best to hide the horn, but I heard footsteps...

the footsteps got so loud, as loud as the footsteps of a million marching soldiers, and after that -- I grabbed onto his horn and muttered the teleportation spell. Safe at last.