Shrek: Layer By Layer.
It was a cold wintery evening. The wind blew harshly over the murky smog of the swamp. The trees whispered silently between each other. Christopher and Boris walked carefully through the thick layer of sludge that was the swamp floor. They had been walking for days. Their legs were tired, their eyes barely able to stay open.
As they dragged their heavy feet over the mud, they noticed a small hut in the distance. A dim light shone from within, filling their eyes with hope. They both began to run. First slowly, then they gained a sudden burst of strength, and accelerated, as a child runs to a fresh plump breast for suckling. As they approached, their noses filled with the ogre-powering stench… Of… Onions? They approached the door cautiously, as Boris reached his hand out to open the shack's rotting wooden door. When he did so, a loud bellow could be heard from within.
"Ogres are like onions." bellowed the voice. "And so is your anus, laddie!" it continued as a large green figure burst open the door.
It was Shrek!
Grabbing Boris, with a firm large green hand, he tore his trousers off, leaving his pure white cotton socks on. Shrek revealed his massive bulging e-shrek'd green sausage from the cavern down below. Chris was terrified, and had an extreme bowel movement (which anchored him to the ground) as he could only watch in horror the events which unfolded. Shrek bent poor Boris over a stump near to the house, and thrusted his gargantuan green rod into his tight clenched anus. As he did this, Boris let out a penetrating cry.
"Very nice!" he screamed.
The stench of onions only got more potent. Shrek released his juices into Boris, and tossed his life-less torso to the side.
He turned to Chris, and grabbed him by the the ankles, as thick brown feces trickled down his back. Removing his tight, skinny jeans, Shrek bum raped his chocolatey ring. Shrek's shlong was like a marshmallow, dipping into a glorious, bonerfied chocolate fountain. Chris raised his hands, cheering.
Hours later, Shrek was satisfied, and dragged both Chris and Boris into his shack. The shack was warm, and comforting, like Shrek's juices. He tucked them into his bed, and kissed them both on the forehead.
"That'll do, lads, that'll do." he said, with a religious tone to his voice.
Chris and Boris slowly drifted off to sleep, their anus' burning with pleasure. As they awoke later in the night, Shrek was nowhere to be seen. The welcoming interior of the hut was gone, and the recogniseable walls of parliament filled their eyes. It was time. Boris Johnson stood up, walked to the podium in the middle of the room, and gave his speech for world peace.
The End.