I WANT TO SOME GUD BAKED BEAAAANS!!!!

I WANT TO SOME GUD BAKED BEAAAANS!!!!

Too bad, they're mine now... mwahahahahaha!!! *steals all baked beans and eats them*

I feigned dismay. "Oh, the beans! You ate ALL of the baked beans, you PIG!", while I was thinking to myself, "Hahaha! You fell for it!!!" In approximately one hour, he would

emit fumes that'd render his surroundings uninhabitable- in the midst of a board meeting! -thanx to my doctored beans.I didn't know we'd end up being stuck in an elevator together.

What a stroke of luck that I happened to have a gas mask in my briefcase that a socialite had given to me earlier that day, so I survived the smell, but the sounds coming from the

I did extensive research and came up with an ointment that would help their bones turn into glop instead of dust. I also did advise against entering the dark dank forest in the f

orgotten mists. There were terrible things out there, in the trees, hiding beneath the cover of thick fog that never dissipated. With their bones all gloppy, they would have a ha

rd time reaching the house in time. The pain had swelled more than he thought it would and he was having a hard time seeing straight. However sitting and waiting here wasn't an opt

Ion given the golden horse he was on. This was no ordinary horse. Mr. Ed was given a permanent home in the old barn. Nothing like rescuing a stray horse in the year 2157.