Kevin gave up trying to punch and charged

Kevin gave up trying to punch and charged her. Trying to dance out of the way, Iris’s emotions got the best of her and she kicked helplessly into Kevin’s chest.

Kevin Smith laughed at her attempts to hurt him. It was no good. He'd constructed shock-absorbing adipose body armor and inserted under his skin. He was crafty and fat.

and crafty with fat. As she continued to bloody her fists on his armor, Kevin Smith revealed a 1/80 scale model of the Clerks set carved from lard.

So she grabbed the lard, opened Kevin Smith's face, and shoved the lard replica down his fat, bearded face. Obnoxious sheezy college kiddie stoners mourned him choking to death.

covering Kevin's swimming pool. Jason held the sermon between hits which filled the glass dome. Kevin was lying in an open coffin on an inflatable cushion.

Everyone sitting under the dome began to laugh uproariously. Oh the absurdity of it all! Jason stared for what seemed to be a looooong time at the funeral crowd. Kevin's body

was no body at all, but just Spam rolled up and shaped to look like a corpse. But if Kevin wasn't there, did that mean Kevin wasn't dead? And if Kevin wasn't dead, was he just

not interested anymore? The spam body twitched a little & then slowly rose up from its pool of jelly & fat. It shook its porky locks & started to wail "My baby! Where's my baby?

.." Satisfied, The Evangelist let the ink dry on the parchment and lay down for a well earned rest. "At last, a parable that will live on after me!" thought John smugly, and slept.