Pi ran with his small nubby legs to fatso's house. He knocked on the blood stained door (or maybe it was jam) of fatso's trashy house. Fatso opening the door, fat as always, slow as a turtle and a sloth baby mix, and say "Helo, Pi, I still have diabetes. Want to come in and get candy??" . "Sure," Oi responded, his voice as raspy as a 60 year old smoker, as he walked into the bloody-I mean jam covered house. "Can you get the Cookies down from the cupboard up there, I'm to fat to reach." Fatso said to Pi, his chubby face bouncing. "Yes, I wil." Oi said to fatso as he climbed the counter and opened the cupboard. He saw the bloody disembodied head of Roe the Child Kangaroo. He was horrrified, but he reached into the cupboard, his hand getting bloodied, and grabbed the cookies. Which smelled like sulfur and iron. He fell to his demise, and fatso had him for dinner that night. Then he died of diabetes.
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