depressed amogus sus

Nibba Gulag Clucher had always loved Hellish torture Australia with its stagnant, spewmungous Spider murderland.

It was a place where he felt sad.He was a badass, destroyer, Brandy drinker with strong legs and emo arms.

His friends saw him as a doubtful, defiant demon.

Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a happy grandfather.

That's the sort of man he was.Nibba walked over to the window and reflected on his spider's surroundings.

The sun shone like a rampaging spider.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone.

It was the figure of AMOGUS SUS. AMOGUS was a depressed soft with fat legs and dark haired arms.

Nibba gulped.

He was not prepared for AMOGUS.

As Nibba stepped outside and AMOGUS came closer, he could see the unknown smile on her face.

"I am here because I want BIG TESTICULAR CANCER," AMOGUS bellowed, in an emo tone.

She slammed her fist against Nibba's chest, with the force of 6642 snakes.

"I frigging hate you, Nibba Gulag Clucher."

Nibba looked back, even more depressed and still fingering the cool 1995 Honda Civic.

"AMOGUS, I AM YOUR DADDY," he replied.

 They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two knotty, kaleidoscopic kangaroo sus with the boys at a very sus with the boys Murder fest, which had dramatic music playing in the background and two big feet uncles speeding to the beat.

Nibba studied AMOGUS's fat legs and dark haired arms.

Eventually, he took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, but I can't give you BIG TESTICULAR CANCER," he explained, in pitying tones.AMOGUS looked mad, her body raw like a melodic, mighty Model 1887 Lever Action.Nibba could actually hear AMOGUS's body shatter into 2155 pieces.

Then the depressed soft hurried away into the distance.

Not even a glass of Brandy would calm Nibba's nerves tonight. 

THE END