"Elves? Are you serious?" Celeste looked

"Elves? Are you serious?" Celeste looked across the meadow at the pointy eared humanoids. "I don't even like the taste of elves." Drak lower his bow, arrow knocked "Well, we have

few options," he murmured. "Unless you're planning to survive on sunlight alone, we must eat something, and moss isn't exactly high in protein." Celeste sighed. "OK, Drak, elves it

is. We settled on roasting. I was munching a crispy pointed ear just as Fairy God Mother showed up. She wasn't pleased about our Elfroast. Celeste pointed, "It was Drak's idea!

The Fairy Godmother kicked her into the fire. The Fairy Godmother said "Tattaglia's a pimp. He never coulda outfought Santino. But I didn't know until this day, that it was Barzini

that Antoni0o told moralend to go bye bye and took his quick revive and seight of hand and took the last crawler and screamed see ya snipppppeezzzzz

I sat back trying to understand the chatter I was getting from the cyber cafe in Fargo, ND. I contacted my bosses at the NSA. We sent a blackbag operation to take out the CODs.

To our utter dismay, the operatives of operation Sons of Anarchy ran into the opposing team who were setting up their own operation called God Save the Queen. Then all hell broke

sin and sorrow. God understood, though. He tackled the number one Son to the ground and beat the bejesus out of him.Then a dove of peace ascended onto the number one Son's head and

started tweeting out gospel hymns until he finally accepted being grounded to the crucifix. "You'll get up on that cross and beg Me to forgive My creation, so help Me, Me!"