Peppa Pig crawled out of her messy bed into the shower.
But she did not notice The Shrek standing in the doorway.
All she noticed was his juicy feet <3333
She drooled on the floor and began seizuring and spazzing out everywhere.
Shrek started to smirk, looking Peppa up and down. "mm Peppa.. juicy bacon."
Peppa started listening to some Russian hard bass and danced around the bathroom, summoning the feet gods.
Creamy salsa fell from the sky along with doritos and mountain dew.
The bass of the song got louder and faster. Shrek joined the dance.
weed, cigarettes and condoms fell from the heavens.
"Shrekkkk," Peppa muuffed, "please."
"You know what ur doing in my swamp," shrek squeezed, doing the f-boy face.
"I do," Peppa Pig, "Come here Daddy."
"I can't wait to put you on my grill," Shrek smirks, licking his thicccccccccccccccccccccccc lips," ....bacon."
"Mm feet," peppa crawls over to Shrek's strong, mighty feet. She sucks on his crusty toe nails. She chews off the end bits. Peppa swallows and does this again and again.
Shrek picks up Peppa and swings her over his shoulder.
He carries her over to the door, which leads to the swamp. Peppa squeals with delight. Shrek presses a button, leading to Peppa Pig being placed on a warm grill plate.
"Oh moi gawd Daddy-" Peppa moans, "Hwhat r u doaing."
"I told u I would put u on my grill," Shrek replies, licking his mouldy teeth. He shuts the lid and locks it with a padlock. He turns up the temperature to high and burns and cooks up his beautiful meal.
Later on he opens the lid of his grill and devours the beautiful pig.
"ah, lovely," he chef kisses. "baconnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn."
This is how Peppa Pig died.
Shrek goes off and hunts down the rest of the animals to eat.. oh yes.
To be continued. . .
in a sequel. . .
that may . . .
or . . .
may not .. . .
happen . . .
