A goat burst through my front door. "I need the poop," the goat said. The goat was glittery and reminded me of Stevie Nicks. It scared me so much I pooped right in my pants. It was hot and watery. It snatched my wrist with its hooves. "OFF TO POOPY SCHOOL," the goat shouted. I felt a sudden mass of glitter overcome me, it carried me away to some strange far off land.
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The Great Diarrhea
RandomThe journey of a young child who has learned of its ability to poop a lot. Along side its companions it must defeat the Soap Lord.
