Darude woke early one morning in the horrible green screen backdrop for Sandstorm's music video. He got up and wandered around. He was in some shitty middle-eastern studio. He ripped off his covers and stood. He slowly began stroking his morning wood. He couldnt get off, he needed inspiration. He wandered around the studio until he came across a room where a video of sorts was being shot. He walked in and so much blood rushed into his dick he was scared it would pop. Epicknight stood there, pulling a red mountain dew out of his trout tunnel. Minerwulf spread her legs and a whole xbox 1 slid out of her tuna canal. Epic slowly took off the cap with his tongue as miner whipped the xbox with her belt until she got too tired and went to go take a nap. Epic put his face close as the camera zoomed in, and jammed the opening of the mountain dew into the xbox 1 disk drive, filling it with the slimy juices within. Overlord walked in, stroking the shrivel, and took out the power cord to the xbox. He rammed it into the electrical socket over and over, getting rather moist. Hitler came out from behind the curtain. Literally. The whole room began to flood with the fuhrer's seed. Shrek rappelled in from above uttering a few words, "This is my swamp." Darude quickly left, locking the occupants in to a doomed fate of death by drowning in hitler semen. Only this time, the rest of the studio was gone. He was in the desert. He saw a sandstorm approaching, and his song began playing in his ears. As he was engulfed by the storm he realized it was not sand, but doritos. They bit like his mother when she was on her period. Soon, his clothes were in shreds. Seconds later, they were torn away in a flurry of nacho cheese flavored goodness. He looked down and could not believe what he saw. The doritos were flying and hitting against his solid member, causing it to expand and be coated by the powdery flavoring. He came, painting the desert white. The sandstorm subsided like the red sea parting, or a priest parting a small child's butt cheeks. And he feel into a deep cheesy slumber, coated in his own sticky mess.
