It was the year Forty-four, forty-four. Horny space otters had taken over the planet after the 23rd Intergalactic World War, leaving mankind on the brink of extinction. The world's only hope, a supple yet dashing Gorganoid by the name of Chad Marmalade. His nipples were sharp, and his wits were even sharper. The humans had made an alliance with the Gorganords during the second industrial revolution, when the space jimmies were being mined from those moon biscuits in the Kuiper Belt. The Gorgon friendship with the Earthlings had brought about a time of high prosperity throughout the Milky Tits, so far as to allow each others reese's species on each others pieces. And by that I mean there were like, some lizard bitches living on earth now. Sexy lizard bitches. But that's neither here nor there.

So after the first few wars and shit people were like, "DAY-um, there's some right shit out there in the vast wilderpiss of the galaxy!" or so Obama said.

Everyone thanked him.

But this current war they found themselves caught in like a june bug on a hickory smoked sausage on the fourth of JEW-ly was a different kind of animal. They were at war with the grey people of the southern part of the galaxy. They had terraformed their own planet after breaking free from the joint control of the Earthlings and the Gonads in the year Ninety-nine ninety-nine in the future. They then went back to the past to discover the singular event that lead to their enslavement so that they wouldn't have to suck the space jimmies out of the cosmic turkey baster.

So this nippley lizard dude was humanititty's last hope, and he intended to fulfill his destiny. As Chad Marmaduke shimmied his way up the space shit he gazed down at the citizens of earf from up on rocky mountain high, (which is what them lizard fuckers called the mothership). Champ saw all of the peeps down below and waved to his mom, who was gettin funky with Obama in his bedroom. "Uhhh, I'm gonna pre. Thank you. American people."

"Thanks Obunga" Said Chad Lowe.

With a swift kick to the door he was inside the ship of the Horny Sea Space Otters, they were known as, Horny Otters from Sea Space, or HOSS for short. This will never be brought up again in the story. To combat their enemies, the Horny Otters had made the human populace potassium intolerant and had been firing bananas out of their ship throughout the planet for ten years. As the Earth's stock of food supplies and Arby's Sandwiches dwindled, people were forced to turn to the plantain-like invasion for sustenance. The denizens grew so gassy that they would randomly explode into little chunks of cheese, allowing the giant space rats to feast.

Chad Dinkleburg snuck his way around the ship, looking for the master console. Not giving a fuck about whatever happened in the story he took a jizz break.

After drinking some nice warm jizz he slunk and he slank across the deck of the space shit, finally making his way to the master console. The general of the grey aliens was waiting for him there.

"So it's come to this, with the killing and the fighting and the bananas, aww come on noww."

"Bill Cosby!"

"That's right! A Zip Zap A Zoopity DOo!"

"I should have known you'd be the leader of the Horny Space otters from the sea!"

"Your penis is mine!"

But the two didn't fight for long. For the Horny Otters arrived on the scene, which was the moon. This has all been goin down on the moon so far just to let you know. The otters humped their way onto the ship and raped and murdered everyone on it. They became so sentient and evolved that they turned into humans and enslaved the grey people and that's it. The HOSS took over the plantit. And it was indeed here AND there.

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