"The van's really hot today," shouted Ben Tennis at the top of his enormous singular lung.
"Well maybe if you'd stop smashing every single air conditioning system you see with a broadsword you wouldn't have this problem with your life," said his sister Gwen Gwennyswen.
Gown picked up her brother's broadsword. And by broadsword, I mean erection.
Grampos Maximum was displeased with this development. "Now's not the time for that, we still haven't left your great-aunt's driveway yet." At the sight of this horrific incident, Aunt Iforgothername gouged her eyes out with her trusty cat.
Maxie smashed out all the windows in frustration and licked up the remains. "Okay, I'm ready to drive now."
"Hurry up, Gurmps," Bin whined. "My nipples are getting too soft. We've got to get out of here NOW!"
Mexico put the petal to the medal. Unfortunately he forgot to put the van in reverse and ended up driving through his own sister's living room and over her diabetic. She was homosexual and would never forget the first day her wet lips touched different wet lips.
Bane was delighted. "Can we start now?" Ken looked up from under the floorboards. "Did you say my name?"
"No."
"Too fuckin' bad," Ken said as he jumped up and bit down on Boing's hard member. Luckily, this was just what he wanted. He's falling right into my trap said the scary deep and raspy smoker voice in Ben's head.
Ben's administrator grew larger. "This is sexually arousing, I desire intercourse." His other hand was stroking his own silky hair, pubic and otherwise. Thus, he was forced to activate the Omnitrix with his tightly clenched rectum.
"I wonder who I'll get," Bean whispered. He was blue. It was XLR8. But XLR8's co-founder wasn't all that big. "Hold on, Kenny-poo. I have to run to WalMart and buy a penis pump." He did. On the way he stopped by the Federal Courthouse and legally changed his name to XXXLR8. It might be more exciting that way.
"Okay, I'm back," Belgian said. To hishock, Kun was already dripping with white liquid. It must be from Gwen!
"HOW DARE YOU!" Ben screamed as he pushed Gwup out the window, the shards o' glass digging into very specific body parts.
"Relax, it's just milk!" Grump reassured, craftily leaving out just WHOSE milk it was.
"Let's dance?" Ken asked impolitely.
"Okee-dokee-pokee-beef," Bexxxlreight said. "Go Gray Matter."
"It's Grey Matter."
"I'm pretty sure it's Gray."
Keen changed as Boon spun the small frog-like creature on the tip of his CEO like a propeller. It was an erotic moment filled with elation and linguistic arguments. It was the best 6.52 seconds of Max's life. SEX8 went on to buy Merriam-Webster and recall every dictionary ever printed for his own vandalistic pleasure. Greay is now a.