This story is very bleh. It says "bleh" a lot. Bleh bleh bleh. I am a vampire. YAY! Well, here is the very bleh story:
Once upon a time, there was a bleh town with bleh people. There was a king who was bleh, and his name was Bleh. He called the town Bleh.
"BLEH BLEH BLEH BLEH BLEH!!!" yelled Bleh, "BLEH BLEH BLEH BLEH BLEH BLEH BLEH BLEH!!! BLEEEEEEEEEHHHHHH!!!"
King Bleh yelled a lot.
The bleh people of Bleh were like, "Bleh," which meant, "Let's overthrow King Bleh."
So they did. In a very bleh way. They took bleh swords and bleh shields and broke down the bleh wall of the bleh castle in a very bleh way. The king said, "BLEH!!!"
The bleh people were like, "Bleh," which means, "You are a bad king of Bleh."
"BLEH!?" yelled King Bleh.
"Bleh," said the people of Bleh, which meant, "Yah. You are a bad king."
"Bleh..." said King Bleh as he walked out of the Bleh Castle and left the town of Bleh.
The people of Bleh were like, "Bleh," which meant, "Let's build a democracy devoted to creating amazing inventions, like lightsabers."
But the lightsabers were, like, bleh.
