One day, Sloth was chewing on a pinecone, when the dogcatcher came, and took her away. She cried like a freakin whale. Then, a moose chewed through the bars, and set her free. "Thanks, moose!" said Sloth. The moose punched her. "I'M A FREAKIN CAMEL!" then, Sloth ran away, and the 'camel' shouted. "BEEEEEEEEEEEE FRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Sloth tripped, and fell into a playdoh container.
Then, she was shipped to France, where a little boy named Simon bought her, and took her out of the container. As he started shaping her into a ball, she shouted "LIKE, HOH MY GAWDMM, OWWW!" Then, the little boy died of cancer, even though he didn't have it.
Sloth blinked, and when she opened her eyes, everything was in color. She picked up her scottie dog. "Black Hayate...I don't think we're in Central anymore..." she said. "Who the hell are you?" Asked Hayate. Sloth screamed and dropped the dog.
Three midgets appeared, who all looked like a miniature version of Havoc. "Who...?" Sloth started.
The midgets threw her a cigarette. "What the---?"
"We are from the cigarette guild! Now we shall sing."
He sighed. "...We represent the Cigarette Guild, The Cigarette Guild, The Cigarette Guild! And in the name of the Cigarette Guild, We wish to kick you out of Midgetland. We'll kick you out of Midgetland, Tra la la la la la la! Now your life is history. Now it's history, now it's history, now it's history. And we will put your life to shame. You will choke of fumes, choke on fumes, choke on fumes! In the Hell of Flames!"
Sloth twitched. "And to officially kick you out of Midgetland...our king must sign a contract!"
"Your king?" asked Sloth
The Havoc midget smirked. "OHHHH KIIIIIIIIIII-IIIIIIIIING!" he screeched. Just then, a green tube appeared, and fog drifted everywhere in Midgetland. Slowly, a figure emerged from the tube. "I am the amazing king of Midgetland...the ruler of all midgets...THE AMAZING EDWARD ELRIC!"
Sloth sighed. "No worries, I'll just step on you..." she smirked.
Edward's eyes narrowed. "Step on me? STEP ON ME!" he began laughing. "What's so funny, king of twerps?" Edward pushed a button, his shoes rose. "NOW I'M A TALL AS SHAQUE (Shaque?)!" Sloth's eyes grew small. "Uhh...bye!" she ran away. "Haha! You can't catch me! I'm running along the purple brick street!" Sloth kept running and running, and tripped and fell on her face. "Crap..."
Then, she was attacked by the mini-Havocs, and made into ice cream, (from which I am high off of right now) and then she was sold to Dairy Queen (Yes, that is what they put in their ice cream...j/k) There, she expired.
AND THAT'S HOW SLOTH DIED!
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YAY ICE CREAM! ...I have spoken! R&R