Everything came crashing down when mc mcfucktits ran into his classmates morbidly oversized breasts and suffocated – except nothing came crashing down – this was in no way original, as it was an introduction taken from the brain splurge of another individual – and to be frank, I am completely indifferent about what I am doing. With that in mind, let’s restart this story:
…yes, it is true that everything came crashing down that day, but not in the way previously described. M.C McFucktits, during his way to school, ran into the chest of a most beautiful girl – a blonde maiden, with 3 arms, an overbearing penis that bulged through her skirt, and at least 11 toes on her feet, total.
“Gyaaah! You pervert” she yelled, as her elephantine genitalia swayed in the wind. MC Mcfucktits, despite his desire to scream to the world ‘I’ve found the jackpot,’ found himself in a most terrifying state of paralysis. In fact, his entire body went limp – he even saw centipedes crawling out of his fingernails, but he was unsure of their true authenticity. As his vision faded, this classmate of his leaned over his face, whispering something, something that alluded to a ‘brooding gloom’: “It’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine…”
It is true that I used the copy and paste function earlier, as a means of making the whole process of writing a novella quicker – I’m surprised that I’m tired of this task already, I wonder why I-
In an instant, I found the right side of my wall spattered with an organic material – it was red and squishy, much like a watermelon, and it was only after a few seconds that I noticed the rest of my head on the ground below. It was a wonder that I still had my own head on this feeble body of mine, but it was a surprise nonetheless.
“WHERE’S THE JOKE JP?”
Turning my head, I found my good friend Aya with a shotgun in hand, smoke floating from the double barrel. Her hands were shaking, and she had on her face a humorous aspect.
“STOP WRITING META JOKES,” she walked over to me and shot my head again – now there were two heads on the floor.
Any who, though I am most confused that such a friend is in my house, it is something I will put aside for now – let’s continue the story.
As MC McFucktits came to, he heard the rustle and bustle of crates on the deck of a boat, as well as the abundant rushing of water. Amidst the rushing of steps, he could make out the chitter and chatter of little monkeys and potentially small Sudanese children.
“Hip hop, hippedy bip bop – get the canoe, get the glue, look at me, my name’s Apu.”
The captain rapped orders to his men as they rushed to and fro, readying their ship for combat, for looming on the horizon was a monster of indescribable proportions – a giant, naked woman with three arms sprouting from her back, two giant chain saws sewn shoddily to her breasts (she was flat, and she considered this a form of compensation), and a tricorne-like hat on her head. ‘Let me get out of here, help me get out of here – I don’t want to be here, I want to go home and play some vidya.’ MC Mcfucktits (fuck it, let’s just call him MC from now on) shuffled his fat ass around the crate, feeling around the ridges of the surface for some hint to get out – alas, he escaped the crate in a most fabulous fashion, exploding out of the box and sending shards of wood at light speed into the faces of the men surrounding him – they were now all unicorns, or looked like them at least.
“What the fuck are you doing here?!”
The captain was a Sudanese person too, and despite her deep and masculine voice, she happened to be a most voluptuous woman. Nevertheless, she looked away, and threw her pokeball at the monstrous creature in the distance – she caught it, she caught them all. MC, knowing that his job here was done, lay on the deck and died promptly.