Sirens of omniscient presence. A crying widow, her severed head.
Sirens of omniscient presence. An empty casket, her severed head.
Funerals can be tough. Especially your own...
"I'M ALIVE!" Buzzing the last syllable, Marge stepped out of the casket, brushing of the dirt from hell. Ned was nowhere to be seen.
"Gobbling goose feathers!" Jimmy Neutron squawked.
"Maxwell's Silver Hammer sure got you, love!" Paul McCartney referenced. Everyone laughed.
"Oh no, Paul! Just hell Is all. A bit of fun and games before I came back to you lovely lot!"
"Oh-ho, it's me, Simpson Chris Pratt." Said Simpson Chris Pratt.
"Oh, jeepers, it's really Simpson Chris Pratt!" Confirms Daphne. "Can you sign my boobs?"
"Sure, underlling!"
Marge swiftly threw Simpson Chris Pratt out the window, to smile into the distant nebula and krump respectfully. So pretty and perfect; it's just the way she always wanted it. This was it. Krumping into space.
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The Sergons
FanfictionMerge, Herm, Sliga, Migga and Blerg are nothing of your normal family. The household gets a bit wacky, as they spin OUT OF CONTROL!!! Read this WACKY chain of episodes to find out. (Notes: uh, the adjective chain, uh- well- you know, it symbolises t...
