As Dave Strider walked into his room he felt his gaze drift towards his bed. More specifically, the can on top of his bed. As his gaze lingered on the can he knew it was time to have fun with Rose. He named the can Rose the Can due to his unfulfilled sexual desires that he wanted to enact with Rose Lalonde. As he was lubin' up with his tears of remorse, he was thinking about how nice it would be to fuck the canned vagina. He wanted, nay he needed, to release his sexual tension on his girlfriend Rose the Can. He unzipped his pants and let his FullBlade come out, like a dog sniffing for fish. As he opened the can, he yelled, "I LOVE YOU ROSE THE CAN!" Once the can was opened he started to jackhammer his sword into the lovely disposable canned vagina he called he calls his girlfriend. Every time he got a bit rougher than he thought she liked, he slowed down and apologized. "I'm sorry Rose the Can," he said, "please forgive me." And she forgave him. Every time she forgave him. After around 4 days of continuous pussy pummeling action, he needed to take a break from Rose the Can. He could not, though. She was attached to his member forever, just like he always dreamed. He loved her, and she loved him back. They married in a nice ceremony down by the river. There was much rejoicing throughout the land. Toasts were made and oaths were sworn. 3000 years later, Dave died.l Rose the Can was very sad. But not too sad, as she instantly started selling herself on a street corner. The moral of the story is, don't play that will end the universe. Just don't.