Chapter Sausage: Cream Cheese Titans
"Holly Jolly Christmas…" Vader said in deep realization of the moment's horrors. "Jim… is dead…"
"Alas…" said Kelso, sticking a sticky note on the pink puddle. He wanted to remind everyone to bury Jim later.
"This fight… has gone on long enough!" roared Knuckles as he powered up his spiked fists. "I must defeat this bald menace for he has killed friendships for the last time this era!"
Baldi smirked and smacked a toucan's beak. "I'd like to see you try to beat me, red idiot."
Pal barked a devoured another one of Baldi's shoes. The power of footwear caused Pal to grow a powerful mullet that could break helicopters.
"I have to win!" said Knuckles, charging with powerful anger. He lunged at Baldi and delivered the power.
Vader saw his chance too. He quickly did the twirl of many Sith ballerinas and bisected a tree. He took the trunk and shoved it up Baldi's stupid nose.
Baldi inhaled the scent of cedar and then realized how much he hated lumber. His head screamed and he dropped his meter stick.
Knuckles punch the tree further into Baldi's nasal canal. The smells were too intense.
"I hate trees!" shrieked Baldi. He tried desperately to remove the cedar trunk.
"Oh no you don't!" yelled Vader as he got another tree trunk and shoved it up Baldi's other nostril.
"I so totes hate TREES!" Baldi screamed again. All of a sudden his fists got really, really big and he was able to grip the trunks and squeeze them to tiny splinters.
"Ravioli maniacal!" shouted Knuckles as he leapt away from Baldi. "That man's fists are bigger than mine!"
"He cannot win tho," said Kelso, picking up the discarded meter stick. "We cannot let our boyo Jim die in vain."
"Totes," said Knuckles with a head nod that rocked the ages. He laced up his hiking boots and ran towards the bald evil. He was ready to give a taste sampling of furious fists!
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