"oh boy" screamed Sam rather pimply. "lol" otto said in return rubbing a chicken's legs with his feet. The lardy stripper had the hots for them, there was no doubt about it. they ran inside the big, fat, stupid, green, and concrete doors almost flying. Then, they did accidentally fly again. "oh bother" said Otto in a sort of Pooh-ish way. Sam giggled. The stripper was looking at them admirably but she suddenly collapsed with a strangled cry. "LA!!" she said as she hit the floor. Otto and sam said in unison, "that's weird." "OMGOMGOMG." The stripper screamed period. Melting into goo, she died slowly, flailing around like a noodle trying to find its way home. Sam and Otto shrugged and began to grow cucumbers from their butts.

A chicken screamed and a bison danced. Everything was quiet. Just like Kentucky Fried Chicken. Sam's cucumber twitched a bit. "Jinkeys!" said the bison. Otto grew angry at the bison. "Michael did not lay a finger on those children!!!" sam screeched angrily at the bison. "OMG" the bison said and turned into a lime.

"that was bullcrap" said Otto. Twister suddenly emerged from an olive lying helplessly on the floor. "hey twist, frog, bracelet, finger, ring, santa hat, spooner" screamed Otto, almost arousing his oranges as he screamed aloud twister's gay name. "LMAO" sam said abruptly, already his oranges were aroused and turned into nostrils. Twister flew away into a wall and said, "MICHAEL WAS A GOOD BOY, wasn't he???" otto nodded as the chicken pooped up a hacking reggie.

Stay tuned for what reggie has to say about their oranges. AND WHO IS MICHAEL?? Is he a man? Is he a girl? Is his lips bigger than a butt? Are phones really intelligent? Are papers flynunuh? Can I swim in my chair?

........ we may never know... la