"GOSH DIDDLY DARN IT!" cussed Thomas one morning, noticing that his bright blue paint job was fading again. "THIS GOSHFORSAKEN FUDGING PAINT JOB IS COMPLETE BULLCRAP!"
suddenly, he heard a low, sexy voice from inside his caboose, "I can give you another kind of job, if ya know what I mean..." The voice was coming from none other than Hilltler, the Island of Sodor's most notorious bad boy. "I'll make your exterior shine for a different reason."
Thomas' whistle tooted at the thought, but could he allow himself such deep, dark pleasures? To find out, stay tuned for the next installment! Coming to a mobile device near you!
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Thomas the Tank Engine x Hitler
FanfictionThe world needs more shitty fanfiction, which is why, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you a work of epic proportions demoralising both historical figures and popular locomotives.
