The toes were walking into the sand. The water reaching up to meet them halfway. "Hell0o there friend" said the toes. The water just waved in the breeze. It then started to swallow the toes whole. Choking it of the air it once lived in, the precious air it once loved. The toes started to cry its salty, sweaty tears. But none made it as it was swallowed into the water itself. The water finally killed off the toes leaving it dead and floating in the untouched water. Making it like it never happened.
Dabi set the cake down. Yeah, this definitely never happened. The cake was burnt to a crisp. He couldn't let this get out. He would be the laughing stock of.. well, everything. So, he gave a loud sigh and then threw the cake into the trash. This was going to be a long night.
The room stared to spin with the fan, Human fan that is. The room was then sprinkled in the fluids that were from the human. "Look", Jesus said. "The fan is dying". The person wanted to be thrown off the cliff for all the things that happened to it to get to this place. "Please. I don't want to eat a Beese Churger.". "Too late Ronald", said his evil twin. Then he preceded to stuff the food down.
It was an epic fight with the trash can. There was little to no room left because of all the hair piled inside. That's what you get for letting Junko brush out her hair in your house. She really does shed a bit. Kind of like a dog. A lot like a dog. Maybe she is a dog.
The book then opened up to the picture. The dog jumped into it being apart of the book forever. The owner following in. Stuck in the world of ink and paper they came across non other than.... Danny Devito. "Where's my lasagna cat owner.". The owner looked bewildered from the encounter. Then suddenly Santa and sans started to play the keyboard falling from the sky. Giving a mix mash of songs only the gods would hear.
And boy, did the gods hear them. In fact, they heard them so well that they shot an arrow down and killed him for his horrible taste in music. Who sends mumble rap to the gods ? How dumb. He was quick to bleed out. So quick it seemed as if he didn't have any blood. No one cried over him. No one came to his funeral. Actually, there was no funeral. Someone just picked him up and threw him into the McDonald's garbage cans.
The sky looked a dull gray. Th e worlds colliding made it seem like a footy distant memory. The pool in the trash that was you and what you wee in were floating among the falling stars and gases. God then came and spoke about all his wonderful ideas of the universe while playing poker with you. You cheated and then god smithed you. You then became another piece of trash within trash in a persons stomach. "Yum", they said.
Cannibals. They came in the night. They ate his body and then they searched elsewhere. They took children and mothers and fathers and siblings. Anyone they could get their hands on. "My favorite humans are the small ones," said one cannibal. What a strange thing to say. Another cannibal disagreed. What was his argument ? The fatter, the better.
All the chicken nuggets and Beese churgers were now the leprechauns. As bill would say "butt milk". No one new what that was about but they went along with it. Then Sharknado attacked. It devastated many families and homes. Everyone then ate the tornado as they had a lack of food ever since. The sharks meat tasting especially good this time of the season.
Not only did people eat sharks, though. They ate pufferfish and salmon and sea urchins. They ate everything in the ocean. Then, once there was no life, they sucked to ocean dry. People seemed to especially enjoy saltwater. Soon enough, there was no ocean left. At the bottom sat one man. Well, he was no man. He was a train. Thomas the train looked towards the humans that started down towards him. "Chugga lugga choo choo," he said and then used his special ability— which was similar to Bloodhound's Beast Of The Hunt— and killed them all.
