You were kneeling in the tathbub, with your mum under your bees and another under your hams. You were witnessing a beautiful sight - Ryden riding each other
...'s scooters. Byan and Rrendon were performing snazzy tricks on scooters whilst balancing glasses of milky goodness on their asses.
And I'm talking about donkeys, you pervert. They had donkeys stalking them. The donkeys could speak a human language - not English, though. These donkeys spoke Baguetteian. Hon hon hon, oui oui oui.
Suddenly!!!! Oh no! ! ! ! There was a terrible... crash!! ! ! The donkey carrying Byan's milk accidentally! slipped! and! the milk toppled over!! onto the ground!!!!!! Oh dear!!
Byan's moons widened to the size of the eye, and he cried* and tried to lick! up the spilt milk but all he tasted was gravel and dirt and worms and glass and his tongue started bleeding.
"Mmmmmm blood blood dallons of the stufff!" said a mysterious voice!
Who was the mysterious voice? And will Byan's tongue get better? Find! out! next! time!
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The Milk Fic (420% not clickbait)
FanfictionMy favourite drink. It all begins in part 3.
