Hiding behind a display case, Bob snuck a

Hiding behind a display case, Bob snuck a Listerine bottle into his jacket and walked out of the CVS. It was party time.

Or El Duderino if you're not into the whole brevity thing. Bob left the bed and decided to take a shower. He was greeted with melted candles, dubbage burn marks on the tub.

With his trusty Zippo, Bob lit some of the candles, which cast strange shadows on the walls. A rubber ducky bobbed in the bath water, while Bob dozed off to a recording of oceanic

murmurs from the Mariana Trench. The stange candle's shadows started to chant along with the murmurs from the deep. Something was coming up! Something big and angry! Bob jumped out

from the Mariana Trench with a mozzarella tomato sandwich and a packet of prunes. Realizing his mistake too late, Bob's prunes instantly bloated. Bubbles forming a swear word rose

from the vicinity of the seat of Bob's pants. Mariana Trench herself, who was seated at a nearby table, read the naughty word aloud before she fully smelt what had been dealt.

Mariana Trench felt like a smelt wrapped in felt set to melt on a desk’s shelf. She caught frak from multiple directions. The stench for one. Then, the naughty word outraged some

Classical Pentecostalist, and the Fisher-of-Men’s Rotten Egg Society ordered Mariana Trench to stop smelling like tuna, lest she be doused with Tartar Sauce and served with chips.

The Chimps for Christ prayer leader, wearing ill fitting AirPods, misheard & thought they'd said "served with chimps". Outraged to find himself on the menu, he led his group away.