Micro wenis

"Hey, male," The quirky bookshelf greets.

"Salutations, female," The remote control responds

The remote control's eyes are rather wide with shock considering he wasn't expecting the quirky bookshelf to show up at his house today. Especially while he's watering his bowl of cheeseburger.

Suddenly, the quirky bookshelf says, "your balls are small."

The remote control gasps, "what?!?!" A shiver of terror runs down his spine, "n-n-no!! That can't be!!!"

"Your penis is the size of Benny B. Berson's left eyebrow." The quirky bookshelf reveals, then begins waltzing with the air.

"MY BALLS AREN'T SMALL!!!" The remote control screeches.

"YES THEY ARE!!!"

"NO THEY ARENT! I'LL SHOW YOU THEM TO PROVE THEY ARENT!!!"

The quirky bookshelf suddenly grimaces. "Ew, wtf, you pedo!!!" She yells.

"HOW THE FLIPPITY SHITTITY AM I A PEDOPHILE?!?!"

"BECAUSE YOU JUST THREATENED TO SHOW ME YOUT MICRO WENIS EVEN THOUGH IN -7 YEARS OLD!!!!!!!"

"What-" the remote control gasps then nearly seems to jump out of it's skin, "y-you're 7 y-y-years old...? Oh my golly gee...!"

"NO STUPID! IM -7!!!" The quirky bookshelf salsa's hastily.

The remote control backflips in surprise. The force of the backflip causes him to trip over a wind turbine and slip onto his booty cheeks.

"T-t-that m-m-m-m-m-means y-you're a-a FETUS!!!"

"Erm actually, I'm still an egg cell, I'm not even a fetus yet loser🤓👆."

"HOLY SHIT MAN! I JUST TRIED TO SHOW AN EGG CELL MY WILLY!!!!"

The quirky bookshelf freezes in surprise. She then stares at the remote control in shock,

"What????" The remote control asks.

"Do- do you have a microwaved penis for a brain????"

"No...? Why...?"

The bookshelf takes a deep breath then shouts, "then...HOW THE FRICKITY FRENCH DUCK TREE FIREFLY FISH-CUM FANTINE ICED TEA WEASLE SHIT DID YOU SERIOUSLY BELIEVE I WAS A WALKING AND TALKING EGG CELL?!???!??"

"I THOUGH YOU WERE JUST A SMART EGG CELL?!?!!?!?!"

"IM 52 AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHJSJXODHSIDHWIDHIWHDEKWBXJWBJSBDKW!!!!!" The quirky bookshelf screeches then grows 6ft taller than she already is.

"LET ME MOLEST YOU!!!" She evolves from quirky bookshelf to angry chair.

"TF?!?!?!" The remote control screams.

"I LOVE MOLESTING CHILDREN!"

"I'm not a child though-"

"What-"

"Yeah, I'm 52..."

"NO! YOU CANT BE 52!!! ONLY I CAN BE 52!!"

Suddenly, Ryan Gosling flies through the window and shoots both of them.

"Only the Lorax can be 52," He cooly states then pulls a photo of the Lorax out of his pocket and gets diddly with it.

This action summons the Lorax. The Lorax walks up to Ryan Gosling and speaks, "Good job. I'm proud of you for killing them, mother."

Then they both fly away.