Skeletons hit the floor as the mighty waves crashed with iconic fury.
The hailstones smashed the cabin in two like a silver knife dashing through the snow on a one horse open sleigh.
This was when the toe reached downwards from the heavenly firmament as unleashed its parting wrath.
An ironic fate for the staunch exuberance detailed through the many manuscripts of old.
"Where?" asked Gordon, out of breath and out of time. A squirrel hit his face with potent fury.
"It's all merely a facade..." said the Riddler. He whisked the custard.
O, how the custard relished the stirring...
The Joker had two playing cards... the queen of diamonds and the duke of dukes.
He placed his first card in defense mode and the second in attack mode. He had no third card except for the card of the hearts. He held it with his enclosed fist opening slowly like a drowning koala.
"Mark Zuckerberg..." the Joker said as he smh'd. He took out a pistol and fired at Facebook's main page until he was subtly logged in.
"Wrath begins with a single oat grain..." said Robin as he dipped his eleventh finger paralysingly into the Riddler's custard bowl. He stirred it with potential energy converted into kinetic like a science experiment of the gods.
Batman was there too. "I am italicising these recent endeavours..." said the Dark Knight. He then knighted the dark.
"Zoroark..." said Mr. Freeze. He was not Arnold Schwarzenegger. He was Bob's Burger's dad.
Mckinley (yes, THE President Mckinley of the United States of America) DVR'd his cooking shows like an absolute winner of elegance. He remembered when Luke Skywalker was just a component of seashells.
Robin hated Luke because Lucario is a smelling sort of nostril-achiever. "Noses are so iridescent..." he mused as he learnt a little lesson in trickery.
"This is going down in history!" cackled the Joker as he whistled in extravagant pleasure. He remembered many apples that day. He added them to the custard like so.
"One..." counted the Riddler. He counted all the way to one. One is a cool number. One is my dad. My dad likes one too. One is before two. One is a number by all means. A meaning of singularity is one. One time I ate a turkey. A turkey can see no one. No one is safe from the singularity. One times one is one. One is a spiraling mishap. One cannot simply be Boromir. Boromir died once.
One... thought Batman's entire stinkin' life. My ears hurt... He quickly removed them.
"Man, I hate Calyrex," said Mr. Freeze as he did a sick kick flip off the high dive. He dove like a dove.
"Danger is near," said Robin, positioning his Nerf gun. He fired and struck the Riddler's custard. Custard sprayed everywhere like a door.
"Squawk!" squawked the Joker. He revealed his parrot likeness to the entire city of Gotham. Gordon noticed by spying stealthily from a cucumber.
"Where is my mother?" asked Mckinley as he binged Archer reruns.
The green car was in.
Batman unleashed the yacht from his pocket like a common hangnail. He hung his cape literally everywhere.
"Spellbinding, isn't it?" asked the Riddler with his scoop of custard upon quite an astute spoon.
"Shut up. My left cheekbone is experiencing schadenfreude to this day..." said Batman. He picked up a housefly and a spider. He fed them to his pet Wildebeest Simon Belmont.
Percy drank water. "I am a train," he said, refreshed and ready to do battle.
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