Smell is a rotten place. There's a foul air to it. Socks and vintage cheese float around the air, out of reach, but well within noseshot. The Gummy Worm knew this very well, and was fearful of his fate. No one had yet been sent there - he was unsure how he would cope.
"Please don't do it, Shrekos," pleaded the Gummy Worm, "I just had my nose cleaned. I can smell like a capitalist can oppress the masses."
"nah sorry boss" replied Shrekos, "mans gotta do what he gotta do. them be the rule tings."
The Gummy Worm then understood the true inner conflict within Shrekos - He wasn't getting any pleasure from this. In fact, it pained him deeply. He had an inner love for all of his creations, and he detested the thought of performing such a dreadful act on one of them, but he had to do it for that same love. Truly, turmoil was within him.
"naked mole rats" said Shrekos.
"Well, I accept my fate." said the Gummy Worm. "If I must be sent to the cosmic basement, then so be it."
"more like disgracement" replied Shrekos. They laughed between themselves for the last time. Afterwards, a more serious expression appeared on Shrekos' face, and he clapped his arse so hard that the Gummy Worm was catapulted to Smell.
"As for you," Shrekos told the humans, "you're going down to Earth."
"What's Earth?" asked Ada.
"A mistake." replied Shrekos.
And before they could ask any more questions, they found themselves in a brand new world.
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The Chronicles of a True God
Teen FictionYou're gonna have to wait for the Ricardo on this one. Don't worry. He will come. But we have to create the entire universe from scratch first.
