Chapter Yard: Shrek's New Stereo
Silver saw a cloud and it looked like a duplex. He thought about living in duplexes someday. That would be pretty rad.
Gandalf noticed the yearning for duplexes that the young talented boy was pondering. "Silver, do not crave duplex offerings," he warned stoically.
"Why not, O person?" asked the ab-owner.
"When skies rain, the duplexes get very soggy roofs. It costs a lot of money to repair leaking duplexes. Sometimes it may even cost your very life."
Silver thought of the tremendous risk of owning a duplex for himself and/or Blaze, his wholesome chicky-babe.
"But Gandalf, what if I believe in my heart?" asked Silver's studly charisma.
"You mustn't!" cried Gandalf.
"You're not my dad!" Silver then jumped off of the flying chariot in his grumpy anger. He landed on the ground and the ground cracked under the intense pressure of his very hot abs. He kicked a rock and then roared whilst pulling his hair out. He hated how disrespectful some people were to his gorgeous wishes for truth, justice, and the American way.
"America is for stinkin' losers!" grumbled Silver as he grabbed a pen, pencil, and papyrus. He scribed his name at the top of the page and then continued modeling his life after his desires.
"But I still need a ring," said Silver, noticing the lack thereof on his fourth fingy. It felt cold and without hope. He knew Blaze was in dire need of the band upon his hand.
"Marriage is a testimony for greatness, yes…" said Gandalf as he and the chariot descended at the hot toe of Silver's very life.
Silver crossed his arms and pouted so hard that it was like Katy Perry's Fireworks.
Gandalf saw the rage that Silver had condoned and frowned at it like a lava lamp. "Silver, I'm sorry about our duplex disagreement, but you had to know of the truth sooner or later. Some seriously bad stuff happens to those who jump to conclusions in terms of house purchases. I assure you that all purchases towards duplexes are cursed! Be still your beating heart, dude!"
Silver turned his attention to Gandalf's magnificent beard and thought about crème brulee. "You are the man with a mind of many ideas and personal truths…" said the lad of abdom.
"Aye, and you are but a bab," said Gandalf as he took out his six-string and started playing a righteous song about forgiveness, grandchildren, and promises.
"Peter Frampton was my dad, but he didn't like my nose.
He called me 'doofus' and kicked sand into my toes.
But he always told me we would go to the moon.
And on that moon, I saw a loon.
The loon said 'hi,' and I ate its eggs.
Then my dad told me to do this on the regs.
Then my dad BLJ'd outta my life.
And left me with my brand new wife.
My wife's name was Sally and she was from Wales.
She like whales.
That rhymes!
Many times!
Ooh baby, I love your way!"
Silver gasped when he heard this gorgeous noise come from the wizard larynx. "My mother was named Sally too!"
"Aye," said Gandalf with a wink.
"Oh my holy abs!" Silver's whole jaw hit the floor like a brick made of feathers. "Gandalf! You are my dad!"
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