Marinara ran towards Anal, she was busy eating chicken strips with the ducks, "hi anal deli race." marinara spoke, grabbing a ducks neck and throwing it into the lake, she then took the seat. "what the fuck do you want? and my name isn't anal, it's lana!!!" "what ever, debra." Marinara began eating some chicken strips, "anal do you want to sing a duet for my new album?" "what's your album called?" "FEETS" "what the fuck marinara. no!" lana sprouted her duck wings and flew with her groupoes. "im going to slaughter you an serve you for thanksgiving, bitch!" marinara screeched, causing the Chrysler's building windows to shatter.
she suddenly got a call from her manager, who was named Tooptoop. "hi, it's time to record the leading single for FEETS, called FEET." "ok" marinara got on a private jet an flew to Africa.
On the plane, a small cat was sitting beside her, "hi kitty." marinara spoke, she took out her scissors and began to cut the cats fur off, "this would look good for my piss on nature tour!!"
suddenly, the hideous almost hairless cat flew and attacked marinara, "get the fuck off of me you cretin!" she screamed, but the dumb cat wouldn't budge, she then took out her crayola marker she uses to draw a dick on her cheek and shanked the disgusting abomination, causing it to let go and fall on her lap. marinara quickly grabbed it's tail, opened the airplane window and threw the cat out, "goodbye Ke$ha looking motherfucker!"
a small old lady looked at marinara, "you are rude!" "shut up and die anya, you aren't some tall, tan, hot blonde anymore."
