I was just farting downt the street, carrying a box of bloody hearts when I tripped! I slammed my face on a cat pee! "how could you do this to me!" I shouted. I got back up and strode on, because if I was anything, I was a pube! Then I saw him. He was a little smelly, a little wrinkly, and when I looked into his lava eyes, I barfed. "Hi" I giggled. "Hello" he responded gently. He then asked me the question I'd been waiting for, "Can you take off your pants?" In response, I whispered, "that sounds great!" I felt like a worm, throwing her young. I took off my sweaty pants, and handed them to his orange hands. I walked all the way home that night, happy and without pants. I died 400 hours later.

I was chopping my fingers when I heard my mom say "I can't believe this is happening." I got distracted and spilled acid all over my shirt! I ran to the washer and started to take off my shirt when I saw a grizzly looking at me. How was I supposed to wash my clothes when it was making me feel so content! It began to whisper to me. It said, "im so content." I tried to ignore it and told it, "I need to get out of here" but it just made it more broken. I went to grab the soap to put in the washer FINALLY when I looked into the washer and saw testicles. How could I wash my shirt when that was there making me feel tired. My pubic mound couldn't handle it!