It was a cliche dark and stormy night. Timmy was in a cliche dark alley. He was surrounded by 3 ten foot tall servings of chimichangas. their beefines was to much for little timmy to handle, he fainted at the near smell of it. then the chimichangas pulled a reverse card and ate timmy, ain't that ass backwards. with a long tortilla arm, one of the chimichangas pulled himself onto a nearby dumpster, where he was crowned king of the chungo chongas.
one year later...
Timmy's body was never found, his parents, Brittney and Jonesy, in grief that their son was killed by a fucking chimichanga. they are currently hiding under a pile of spaghetti as chimichangas travel near them, searching for their next meal. suddenly, a large dragon fruit flies towards them from the horizon, using a baguette as a sword. it slices the chimichangas into pieces. it devours the spaghetti and helps the couple onto their legs. "thank you" says Brittney, "we don't know what we would have done without you." "yeet" says the dragon fruit, as he flies away, never to be seen again. Jonesy and Brittney continue on, searching for food. Jonesy asks, "why can't we just eat some of that sausage right there?" "no Jonesy, that's disgusting. Wait, there's a tasty plate of iron bars right there!" they hurry there ass's over to indulge in a delicious iron bar snack. TO BE CONTINUED...
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I will chimi chunk you in the garbage
Humora book about live food killing people for some fuckin reason
