inevitably the land canoe crashed because tris cant fucking drive. fortunately, everyone was okay. unfortunately, the crash site was right next to a house that was currently on fire.

"damn that house is on fire and i didnt even start it" peter said.

"WTF THATS MY HOUSE" AL SCREAMED

everyone got out popcorn and beer and sat enjoying the show while al scrambled around in circles trying to put out the fire with his piss and tears. eventually al got the idea to put the fire out with a stapler but the stapler clamped down on his dick.

"oh no my dick is inside the stapler" al said.

peter threw a handful of popcorn at al and hit him in the face. "dumb retard"

"wait" al said. "false alarm guys this isnt my house LETS FUCK UP THIS HOUSE FOR MAKING ME PANIC"

No one wanted to defend Al's honor, but the opportunity to help destroy someone's livelihood was too powerful to resist, so everyone sprinted to the nearest gas station and started filling every container they could find with gasoline. when they ran out of containers they used their bodily orifices.

"ill just queef the gasoline onto the fire" tris said as she stuck the gas nozzle into her feminine hot pocket.

the effect was immediate. tris swelled up like deviantart mspaint inflation pics as every organ in her body filled to capacity and she turned into an epic gasoline meatball that had to be forcibly rolled from one location to another.

"tris stop being so heavy THIS INSTANT" CHRISTINA SNARLED.

"i cant DUMBASS BITCH. this was al's idea yell at him"

"I WONT BECAUSE IT WAS A GOOD IDEA SLUT"

"Guys, quit fighting. We need to pop Tris." Will said as he picked up a thumbtack and passed it to Four.

"AW YEA SORRY TRIS BUT THIS IS TOO AWESOME," Four said.

then he jammed the tip into her taint and tris's gooch became a gasoline cannon. gasoline sprayed fucking everywhere and the flames eating away at the house jumped up so high that they burned god's butt.

"YEAH EAT SHIT HOUSE" AL SCREAMED.

they wouldve had a reverse and/or literal housewarming party to celebrate the occasion but while they were cheering the homeowner came back and saw his house in a pile of ashes on the ground and tris lying on the ground immobile and drowning in her own deflated skin.

"what the fuck happened to my house" kanye west said.

"YO ITS KANYE" EVERYONE SCREAMED, SO HYPNOTIZED BY THE SPLENDOR OF KANYE THAT THEY FORGOT THEY BURNT DOWN HIS HOUSE.

but kanye didnt forget. how could he? that was the house where he kept the master copy of my beautiful dark twisted fantasy 2. tris and the gang had unknowingly deprived the world of the greatest work of art since shakespeare.

kanye lost his SHIT and went into motherfucking SUPER KANYE MODE. everyone thought he was finally gonna " go mach 5 on the Jews" but he turned to the west and OBLITERATED an entire city block, then picked up tris and her army of destruction and threw everyone down the gaping maw where he'd demolished reality itself.

"KANYE NOOOOO" EVERYONE SHOUTED.

kanye wiped the sweat from his brow knowing he had finally vanquished the evil from the world. what he didnt know was that he'd merely flung them out of his dimension and into another dimension and made them someone else's problem.

thankfully this dimension was a dimension where everyone was a teletubby (aka amity) so the amount of damage that could be done was limited.

"Im bored we need a new plotliHOLY JESUSNUGGET THE SUN HAS A FACE" Christina said.

"wtf are you talking about christima" everyone said because the sun really did have a face but they were all tripping on lsd so they just saw a normal sun.

"nevermind"

theN AL SCREAMED IN ECSTASY. "GUYS WE'RE TELETUBBIES WOOOOOOO OH YEAHHHHH"

"WTF" TRIS SCREAMED "MAYBE UR PANSY ASS IS OK WITH BEING A TELETUBBY BUT IM NOT IM DETERGENT I CANT BE A TELETUBBY!"

"so ur saying i missed an opportunity to make a detergent pun when i was looking for a washing machine or whatever DAMMIT" peter said.

christina laughed. "well peter that wouldve required u to use all ur 4 brain cells for once"

"get FUCKED christina."

then peter slammed christina facefirst into a bowl of tubby cumstard.

"tubby custard! wow hehehe!" al cheered. he clapped his hands like a FAGGOT and yanked christina's head out of the bowl and started to eat. "msmmsms TUBY cUstARD"

"al shut the fuck up we gotta figure out how to get out of here" four said as he took out his navigational computer that i havent mentioned until now even though theyve been lost in like 62 different locations idk im just making this shit up as i go along. he found a lot of directions or something and figured out how to get out of the teletubby dimension and back to their version of chicago.

but before he could do anything the REAL TELETUBBIES CAME and THEY WERE FUCKING HORNY. TINKY WINKY JUMPED ON AL AND BEGAN FURIOUSLY BUTTFUCKING HIM.

"wheezy jeezy im gettin my ass pounded… faster TINKY WINKY"

tinky winky shook his little homosexual purse and went ultra mach speed in al's asshole. unfortunately since al wasnt a real teletubby he wasnt powerful enough to handle an ultra mach speed teletubby buttfuck and his asshole inverted, prolapsing into a LIVING FUCKING SNAKE which swallowed up all of the original teletubbies and reverse-digested them.

"ok so we just gotta take a right on martin luther king jr boulevard and then we should be out of the teletubby dimension" four said.

christina squinted at the screen. "does that street name imply the existence of teletubby civil rights and thus teletubby racism and possibly teletubby slavery?"

everybody got really quiet.

"what if everything sucks because the rapture already happened hundreds of years ago and we were the ones abandoned by god," will asked.