A fish finger, an old boot, a car tyre, suddenly the blood rushed ANGRILY
from her erections into the capillaries on her face - which had formed some
time between conception and birth. The space man unnervingly added that he
would NOT be stripping for free much to Bubbles shock and disappointment.
She had expected her wallpaper to be fully removed for such a high bounty
that she had placed upon it, but Bubbles hadn't endeavoured to consider
what she would do if a trator had crossed her path. However, Colonal
COMMUNIST's lifeless and rotting corpse drifted by silently, seeming more
alive than ever before, some rap-scallion had rather provocatively placed a
sail into his dead mouth and was now riding Colonal COMMUNIST. The blood
rushed ANGRILY from his left index finger and filled his shaft. Some time
passed.
Twenty three seconds later Channel 4 answered their telephone, Bubbles spoke softly, and carefully - knowing that slipping into a wrath, much like she had endevoured upon the now former master of BBC television - Greg Dyke (hehe), would have rendered her complaint WORTHLESS. She stared at the reciever, it's muscley arms, and holes you speak into. Transfixed, Bubbles now realised she had slipped into Hydraphonical Haemotomic Nirvana and her eyes began to drift slowly to sleep.
"Bubbles..." A mysterious yet COMMUNIST voice uttered.
"I'm waiting Bubbles..."
"Waiting for you..."
"Always waiting for you, Bubbles..."
"What are you?" Said Bubbles.
"Guess... hehe.." Answered the voice, mysteriously.
"Um OK... said Bubbles" said Bubbles.
"Go on then" Said Colonal COMMUNIST.
"Colonal COMMUNIST?....." Jibed Bubbles.
Imagine Bubbles' suprise to hear ambient and polyphonic dial tones resonating all around, so muted, yet so clear in Bubbles' ear - and also in the other ear. She snapped out of her daze and walked further into Dragoonfly forest. As she walked she felt her socks were too tight, and remembered she hadn't cut her TOE nails like the now dead professor had ordered. She felt the superfluous nail digging into it's neighbouring toe, causing blood to rush ANGRILY from the flesh wound. Bubbles collapsed in pain, yet was confronted by a monolithic dragonfly anyway.
"BOO-YA!!" continued the Dragoonfly, aptly named Drag Queen, The Deadly Dragoonfly.
"..Aaagh....." murmered Bubbles, rather sarcastically; causing Drag Queen's feelings to be hurt.
"Why doth thy THo mEan?, PREPARE TO BE DIED!!!" said Drag Queen ANGRILY, as the blood rushed obviously.
Bubbles performed her Level 3 EROTIC SPELL on Drag Queen, causing him to sprout an erection of such magnitude he could never have wet dreamed of. "Ah, a nU weapon to be Using against yoU, BUbbles... I am going to Use this hUge e-rection as a weapon and WHIP it against yoU, sexUally! Prepare yoUrself now, for I will Use this weapon to defeat yoU!!!1 Weapon!". Bubbles clutched her new multicoloured Louis Vuitton Clutch bag, ironically named for it had a strap. She felt around in it's interior for some weapon to help her defeat Drag Queen, but could only feel used tampons and condoms she had aquired while in prison. The handbag was so obviously a fake, Louve Dragoon had lectured her on the demise of the fasion houses due to cheap yet legal, in many third world countries, immitations - but was unclear of which side he took - For the fashion houses had played a part in his demise from socialite, to dragoon. She decided to infection his erection with an infection and grabbed a handful of used condoms and tampons. She threw them at Drag Queen and he died of Hepatitis B twelve years later.
"..Oh ANGUS I just don't know why people don't reply to me...." Sobbed Bubbles.
"..."
Meanwhile Bubbles was with her new dragoon fiend, they were deciding which beverage would most benefit them on their travel to help Buttercup and Blossom, should they still be alive. "I do believe that you should drink a Red Bull Bubbles, for it has energetic properties, and contains Sugar, or not sugar." Advised The louve dragoon. Bubbles headed to the scotch egg section, and picked out the biggest plumpest most INDIGESTION inducing scotch egg she could feast her eyes upon. Of course she was in no danger of literally feasting upon it with her eyes because they contain no enzymes nor do eyes contain teeth she pondered to herself, yet this was all pointless - she had in fact heard that the owner of this shop had, due to miseducation upon his export from Pakistan, pronounced Nuclear incorrectly. And a side-adventure was born. "NEW -CLEE -ER - SAY IT!" Bubbles said as she fingered the owners nostril from behind. "Aah! I be giving it up! Be taking what you be wanting kindly?" said the shop keeper. "SAY FUCKING IT!" screached bubbles, her temple pulsating with stress brought upon by yet another mispronounciation - "when will they learn?" Bubbles asked herself in the midst of her attack. She hadn't expected what came next however. Mojo JoJo was in fact the boss of the owner, and when he hears about this nostril fingering attack he will be sure to avenge. But more on that later, when Mojo JoJo kills Bubbles.
"Fucking It!" said the Shop Owner.
Bubbles aquired a basket and while stealing a can of Red Bull, also stole a scotch egg, bottle of lucozade and a packet of cup-a-soup. She hopped onto the Dragoons furry back, and nestled in.
"Let's go back, dragoon. I forgot a kettle, water, and power supply for the cup-a-soup" Said Bubbles, truly distraught.
Imagine Bubbles' suprise to hear ambient polyphonic dial tones resonating all around, so muted, yet so clear in Bubbles' ear - and also in the other ear. She snapped out of her daze and walked away into Dragoonfly land. As she walked she felt her socks were too tight, and remembered she hadn't cut her toe nails like the now dead-professor had ordered. She felt the superfluous nail digging into it's neighbouring toe, causing blood to rush ANGRILY from the immortal wound. Bubbles collapsed in pain, yet was confronted by a monolithic dragoonfly anyway.
"BOO-YA!!" continued the Dragoonfly, aptly named Drag Queen 2, The Deadly Dragoonfly mark 2.
"Aaagh" said Bubbles, rather sarcastically - causing Drag Queen 2's feelings to be hurt.
"Why are you so mean?, PREPARE TO DIE!!!" said Drag Queen 2 ANGRILY, as the blood rushed obviously.
Bubbles awoke, and realised she was safe upon the back of her dragoon, her one and only dragoon. But when would she be able to tell the Louve Dragoon about her secret lust attacks, and her wondering eye. And would Dragoon ever be able to forgive her? He had put up with her for far too long, and contrary to his belief of her sweet lies, he knew that their parting was for the best. She had a wondering eye, and an insatiable libido that even his 12 foot long cum-geyser couldn't satisfy.
In an interesting twist; She then awoke from her LSD dream and realised this chapter was in fact not actually not-not-real.
Twenty three seconds later Channel 4 answered their telephone, Bubbles spoke softly, and carefully - knowing that slipping into a wrath, much like she had endevoured upon the now former master of BBC television - Greg Dyke (hehe), would have rendered her complaint WORTHLESS. She stared at the reciever, it's muscley arms, and holes you speak into. Transfixed, Bubbles now realised she had slipped into Hydraphonical Haemotomic Nirvana and her eyes began to drift slowly to sleep.
"Bubbles..." A mysterious yet COMMUNIST voice uttered.
"I'm waiting Bubbles..."
"Waiting for you..."
"Always waiting for you, Bubbles..."
"What are you?" Said Bubbles.
"Guess... hehe.." Answered the voice, mysteriously.
"Um OK... said Bubbles" said Bubbles.
"Go on then" Said Colonal COMMUNIST.
"Colonal COMMUNIST?....." Jibed Bubbles.
Imagine Bubbles' suprise to hear ambient and polyphonic dial tones resonating all around, so muted, yet so clear in Bubbles' ear - and also in the other ear. She snapped out of her daze and walked further into Dragoonfly forest. As she walked she felt her socks were too tight, and remembered she hadn't cut her TOE nails like the now dead professor had ordered. She felt the superfluous nail digging into it's neighbouring toe, causing blood to rush ANGRILY from the flesh wound. Bubbles collapsed in pain, yet was confronted by a monolithic dragonfly anyway.
"BOO-YA!!" continued the Dragoonfly, aptly named Drag Queen, The Deadly Dragoonfly.
"..Aaagh....." murmered Bubbles, rather sarcastically; causing Drag Queen's feelings to be hurt.
"Why doth thy THo mEan?, PREPARE TO BE DIED!!!" said Drag Queen ANGRILY, as the blood rushed obviously.
Bubbles performed her Level 3 EROTIC SPELL on Drag Queen, causing him to sprout an erection of such magnitude he could never have wet dreamed of. "Ah, a nU weapon to be Using against yoU, BUbbles... I am going to Use this hUge e-rection as a weapon and WHIP it against yoU, sexUally! Prepare yoUrself now, for I will Use this weapon to defeat yoU!!!1 Weapon!". Bubbles clutched her new multicoloured Louis Vuitton Clutch bag, ironically named for it had a strap. She felt around in it's interior for some weapon to help her defeat Drag Queen, but could only feel used tampons and condoms she had aquired while in prison. The handbag was so obviously a fake, Louve Dragoon had lectured her on the demise of the fasion houses due to cheap yet legal, in many third world countries, immitations - but was unclear of which side he took - For the fashion houses had played a part in his demise from socialite, to dragoon. She decided to infection his erection with an infection and grabbed a handful of used condoms and tampons. She threw them at Drag Queen and he died of Hepatitis B twelve years later.
"..Oh ANGUS I just don't know why people don't reply to me...." Sobbed Bubbles.
"..."
Meanwhile Bubbles was with her new dragoon fiend, they were deciding which beverage would most benefit them on their travel to help Buttercup and Blossom, should they still be alive. "I do believe that you should drink a Red Bull Bubbles, for it has energetic properties, and contains Sugar, or not sugar." Advised The louve dragoon. Bubbles headed to the scotch egg section, and picked out the biggest plumpest most INDIGESTION inducing scotch egg she could feast her eyes upon. Of course she was in no danger of literally feasting upon it with her eyes because they contain no enzymes nor do eyes contain teeth she pondered to herself, yet this was all pointless - she had in fact heard that the owner of this shop had, due to miseducation upon his export from Pakistan, pronounced Nuclear incorrectly. And a side-adventure was born. "NEW -CLEE -ER - SAY IT!" Bubbles said as she fingered the owners nostril from behind. "Aah! I be giving it up! Be taking what you be wanting kindly?" said the shop keeper. "SAY FUCKING IT!" screached bubbles, her temple pulsating with stress brought upon by yet another mispronounciation - "when will they learn?" Bubbles asked herself in the midst of her attack. She hadn't expected what came next however. Mojo JoJo was in fact the boss of the owner, and when he hears about this nostril fingering attack he will be sure to avenge. But more on that later, when Mojo JoJo kills Bubbles.
"Fucking It!" said the Shop Owner.
Bubbles aquired a basket and while stealing a can of Red Bull, also stole a scotch egg, bottle of lucozade and a packet of cup-a-soup. She hopped onto the Dragoons furry back, and nestled in.
"Let's go back, dragoon. I forgot a kettle, water, and power supply for the cup-a-soup" Said Bubbles, truly distraught.
Imagine Bubbles' suprise to hear ambient polyphonic dial tones resonating all around, so muted, yet so clear in Bubbles' ear - and also in the other ear. She snapped out of her daze and walked away into Dragoonfly land. As she walked she felt her socks were too tight, and remembered she hadn't cut her toe nails like the now dead-professor had ordered. She felt the superfluous nail digging into it's neighbouring toe, causing blood to rush ANGRILY from the immortal wound. Bubbles collapsed in pain, yet was confronted by a monolithic dragoonfly anyway.
"BOO-YA!!" continued the Dragoonfly, aptly named Drag Queen 2, The Deadly Dragoonfly mark 2.
"Aaagh" said Bubbles, rather sarcastically - causing Drag Queen 2's feelings to be hurt.
"Why are you so mean?, PREPARE TO DIE!!!" said Drag Queen 2 ANGRILY, as the blood rushed obviously.
Bubbles awoke, and realised she was safe upon the back of her dragoon, her one and only dragoon. But when would she be able to tell the Louve Dragoon about her secret lust attacks, and her wondering eye. And would Dragoon ever be able to forgive her? He had put up with her for far too long, and contrary to his belief of her sweet lies, he knew that their parting was for the best. She had a wondering eye, and an insatiable libido that even his 12 foot long cum-geyser couldn't satisfy.
In an interesting twist; She then awoke from her LSD dream and realised this chapter was in fact not actually not-not-real.