But it was too latte. Mabel had cut up Waddles the wonder pig into various sections correspondent to meat partitionings, and inserted each one of his limbs into her vagina. Now she was giving birth to several demons, ejected from her rotten, beef jerky-like endometrium to cause chaos and discord (geddit becos discord) all over the house. The demons grabbed Dipper and were spreading him over a table decorated with opossum pouches, owl eyes, rat tails and Ryan Reynolds' IFs, decapitated and castrated so their fiery black blood set the carpet aflame with hellish dark fires like a black hole that was african american.
"Face it, dearest brother, I won!" Mabel cockled meanly, extracting another demon from her fetid and swamp like uterus.
Then their parents walked into the room. Mr. Pines rolled his eyes.
"Typical, it's always your fault!" he whined at Mrs. Pines.
"My fault!?" Mrs. Pines said indignantly, "It was your idea to send them to that horrid summer camp with that crooked brother of yours!"
"Don't talk about Stan like that! He's a genius!"
"Yeah, genius enough to scam a retar- small brained moron like you!"
"This is it, I'm so fuc- fricking done. I'm getting the papers."
Then Mr. Pines walked out of the room, slamming the door shut. Mrs. Pines weeped, and the demons comforted her as she sat down on the couch.
"Mom?" Mabel asked.
"I can't do this anymore!" Mrs. Pines said, "Your father drives me crazy. Oh, my sweet little beans, you didn't need to hear that discussion. I'm so mad that he involves the whole family like this."
Dipper and Mabel exhanged glares like evil boats lights on the ocean of perdition, and ideas burst into flame inside their insipid skulls.
"Oh mother, we can... enlighten... you..." Dipper said.
"What is this raucous!?" Mr. Pines said as he opened the door.
Quickly he shielded his eyes from the light, and when they adjusted they saw nothing but white.
Except for his family, flesh melded like the roots of a tree, uniting female progenitor with her offspring.
"Join usssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!" the croon voice said.
Mr. Pines ego deflated.
"Will, will it hurt?"
Before he could answer the Axolotl appeared behind him and melted his flesh like putrid black jelly, before it united with the rest of his family.
"May we sever the tongues of the forsaken" the family said.
Amen.
