The Last Aahrbreastor: Ong's teachers
Ong was travelling on the back of the flying bicep-son Leviathan breastus when the Ong
remembered the wish and noble teachings of the monks of the Temple of Nipple. The teachers always
had intelligent lessons, planned as carefully as a butterfly about to use plasmids for the first time.
Ong had a flashback, sending his mental capabilities to full aaahaaa enlightenment mode. Ong
thought of the monks and their teachings. "B00bZ" said Monk DudeBro. Ong yelled back, all of his fury
unleashed like a dog with rabies on the fetus that 'wanted' to be aborted for the sake of the butterfly
with a plasmid addiction. His prowess in fighting proved to be effective, but alas his skilled were
paralleled by DudeBro.
"Woah, bro! That's a no-no!" DudeBro said, his voice echoing the elegant grace of a thousand
aaaahs roaring in unison as the plasmid addicted butterfly recovered. Ong recovered, his face like a
doughnut feeling regret for causing America issues. Ong's lesson was learned, and he thought deeply
(deep as a freakin' well) to himself "B00bZ". He was like an octopus putting on pants, weak and soft, but
soon ready to face the world with dashing confidence.
Ong smiled like an evil bastard burning innocent kittens. "BOND WITH ME
KAAAHAHAHAHHHAAAAAAAAA!" He shouted as fireBallZ came towards him with fury and
strength. Ong was overjoyed when they drowned, like how starvation feels every day when it helps to
keep people in Africa skinny and good looking. Ong rode off into the sunset, the aaaaaaaahhh feeling
deep in his brain.