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WARNING: Cussing. You may take offense to something or other, I dunno. Suggestive. Inhabited only by stupid, Shakespearion-sounding OCs.
AUTHOR'S MESSAGE: I hope you enjoy!
"An Enigma of ye Minds"
By An inebriated William Shakespeare
Princess Stupidetta wouldst not cease complaining, her father's affair's with thine lost courter, Stupidio.
"Forsooth!" doth elegance do verbalize. "For where doth thine fucks wander when thou requires thee?" Princess Stupidetta inquired loudly.
"Yonder nowhere, doth thine fucks be found. Betwixt thine buttocks. Beneath ye moon. Doth fucks canst be found for thou is nonexistent!" Stupidio replied, with much of an epiphany wrinkling his repugnant face.
"And King Stupidicus, ye Father! Art thou inebriated? Ye feel only but agastopia for thine awesome oxter. But canst you see thine entire body is completely ulotrichous, thine fair manliness? Doth thou often trot into homosexual activities, or is thou'st queer behavior and sudden alterations in thine mannerisms typical of thee?" Princess Stupidetta inquired thine King Stupidicus.
"For not doth thou see thine pain ye cause by inquiring such personal an enigma to thine King of Dickdom. Art thou without a heart, your bitchiness?" ye king asked thee, sorrow and tears dripping from thine drooping eyes.
Trot as they might, through fields of rabbit holes, none seemed to find thine ways into the jungles of pie, for forsooth do they wander, never to discover ye pumpkin's fit of rage!
Ye Stupidetta should have realized from thine beginning, King Stupidicus' attraction towards her courter's glorious, callipygous. Ever so evocative her father would be, on the light of the moon, towards her dearest Stupidio!
And, as they went on their merry way, ye Princess Stupidetta berates and atrocities became ye weeping and falling to the ground, thine buttocks getting mud all over thee, she was rendered inert and although doth crickets tried thine life could not be restored and ye King Stupidicus and Stupidio lived gleefully forever eternally in thine arms of gold and platinum, never to comprehend thine mysterious enigma of thine Princess's death.
FIN. (A clown fishes fin to be exact!)