"Well I..." the gingerbread man started to reply. " I ran away because HE'S COMING!!!!!"
Then out of no where, the gingerbread man starting screaming at the top of his lungs, crawling around in figure 8 patterns all around the big table that was reserved for large parties. All of a sudden, he stopped screaming and dropped flat on his face. Then, slowly rising off of the table he flips over and stands upright facing our team. He starts foaming at the mouth, except it's orange colored foam and it's not stopping. The foam keeps pouring out and since there's so much foam it starts turning to liquid and is filling up the floor fast. Oh no there is foam everywhere oh no. All of the white table cloths are now stained with orange saliva foam oh no. Oh em gee it's everywhere oh my god oh no. The liquid is filled up so high that everybody in the restaurant is basically swimming, scratching and pounding on the windows and doors, trying to open something to let the orange liquid leak out, but the pressure was too high. I look in groin's eyes as I take my last breath of that sweet, peppy popsicle smelling oxygen before the liquid and foam reaches the top of the ceiling. I keep my eyes tightly closed until it hurts, I open them and its orange everywhere, I get a little taste of it and it has a hint of strawberry jello that has basil sprinkled on top on a Wednesday afternoon. I see a Mr Dinkles Daisey pie floating quickly towards a window, which means some of the liquid is seeping out through there. I breaststroke over to the window, making sure groin can see my perky little ass as it jiggles in the water. I start pounding on the glass, still holding my breath and feeling desperate to taste that extra inciting oxygen. The pounding isn't working so I find a paper straw, that's now soggy, and pound the window more till it shatters. All of the orange liquid foam drains out of the restaurant very fast, wiping everybody out onto the street causing a... TRAFFIC JAM! I gasp for air and feel that sweet sensation in my lungs, finally giving my black little hairy motivation and nutrition. The gingerbread man stood up, wiping his disturbingly orange saliva off his icing buttons.
"Sorry gang, that's the third time this week! One more and that's a record." He says, while everybody in out team lay on the ground in shock, still having an orange film over our eyes.
"Ermmmm gingerbread man..." Gay says, wiping his eyes and then wringing out his shirt, "who did you say was coming?"
"Turn around." He replies back, pointing at the sky, looking at it with his little icing eyes.
Suddenly in front of me was a very big shadow of what appears to be a person. I turn around and look up to see a very large man, (who's actually probably normal sized because we are troll sized) whom is naked, wanking his willy. He giggles and says,
"I am going to give you an ejaculation sensation."
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Satans inspiring dream
AdventureSatan Cockinball has a crazy dream that encourages him to become a dentist. Things are going well until some new conflicts accur.
