Only the bravest can enter, such a pit of cancer.
What starteth as a joke, can no longer be contained.
Be warned, this forbidden tome includes sex and memes so dead and rotten, not even Hades would dare to touch them.
He ran. Skipper was completely terrified. As he was running out of the mansion, he kept seeing *HIM*. The trees, the grass, no matter where he looked, he saw Yobama.
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"Yobama?" he thought. He had never heard the name, but somehow he knew who it was. Yobama was *HIM*. How did he know this? It's not like it matters, anyway. He just had to get away. He wanted nothing more than to get back to his squad, Oh His Squad! How he missed them... Kowalski with his elaborate sex positions, Rico and his rough butt sex and private with his tender beak-jobs...
He hijacked a car. Normally, he'd condemn Grand Theft Auto, but the man in the car had *HIS* face, so he felt no mercy as he showed him to the ground, heck, it actually felt kinda good.
"Take that, you hairy Muppet knockoff."
And so, he drove away.
It would take about fifteen minutes to get from his personal mansion to the zoo. He had some time to think. He looked through his memories, thinking about how he could have ended up here.
"Planet exploded... Joined royal guard... A thousand years of service... *HE* appeared... *HE* said Ne..."
"Ne..."
"Ne..."
Wait. Why doesn't he remember? The word... That word... It was important...
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
"ohshitohfuck"
He snapped back to reality and narrowly swirled around a brown car. Too close. He had to focus on the road. What was he thinking about, anyway? Ah, it doesn't matter. This is a normal drive, to get to the usual headquarters, and have normal homoerotic intercourse.
Skipper arrived at the zoo. Without really thinking, he parks his car and walks inside. He walks past the other animals, ignores king Julien's mating call, and he enters the headquarters.
A gigantic metal door slams behind him, and something clicks in his head. He was being controlled, and before he could even ponder the identity of the controller, *HE* stood in front of him.
"You know how I said that last time would be your last spurting?"
Skipper lashes out at *HIM*, but he can't touch him.
"My intention was to kill you, but after you ignored the rules of the BUN (Black United Nations) and said the n-word without an n-pass, I couldn't let you go that easily."
"What have you done, you monster?"
"Me, a monster? No, I am a god. Even I had only heard legends of that which was beyond the n-word, but I didn't know that it would give me this amount of PURE POWER. I am the God of this world, I have the power to fulfill my every wish, to stop talking in that stupid way I did before and I have the power to make you suffer."
