He grabbed your thigh, throwing you onto the bed with a unrelentless force. "Spread 'em!" He barked, you obeyed and spread the peanut butter on his sandwich. He moaned loudly, making your armpits sweaty. He jumped on the bed beside you, kissing your shirt, and unbuttoning your neck. His sweaty thighs shook in your face as you squealed in delight. Your potatoes fell out of your mouth, forcing him to become a ghost. You slapped his left knee and he became human again. He shoved it in very deep, turning it and opening the lock on his closet. In his closet he pulled out a pickle, it shined with its crusty glory, making you shiver in delight. As he ate the pickle, the salad on his desk died, making the lion cry. Had you not seen the gay bird in the ceiling, you would have eaten a dusty sandwich. You looked to the left, noticing the orange elephant, screaming like a horse. You lightly kissed it's ninth leg, making it screech into your ear. You snorkled back into the blanket, making him slither onto the fan. You wanted to flex your ankles but Pablo ate Trump and it made you cry. He groaned, creating salsa on his GPS. "What do if we have to?" You whispered. It made you explode with confetti. Piecing it back together made you but you had gained an extra fish for your steak.
