The eye of the great platypi-lord opened.
"THE CUBE! MY CUBE IS HEYAH [here]! GO FETCH IT FOR ME!"
Suddenly, thousands of platypi started to rise out of the land itself, and they all started running straight for Lipsin, Sally, and Lord Azeroth.
Meanwhile, the puppies were getting ready. This was the moment that they had been waiting for. All the platypi were distracted, and the puppies could finally retake the land that was once theirs. They began to charge, their swords drawn and courage rising in their breasts. And they were all cut down by the the high tech death-lasers of the platypus defense system, not realizing that the platypi were already in the laser age of their species.
"You Idiot!" shouted Lord Azeroth as he cosmically slapped each and every fractal on the Ochlock's body. "Now the platypi know that we are here!"
"That is exactly what I intended," said the Ochlock. But there was something wrong with Lipsin. Maybe it was the fact that he was now a platypus with giant Ochlock costume lying next to him, but Sally just wasn't sure. Then she realized the horrible truth.
"You traitor," she shouted, "You double-crossing, two-faced, double-jointed pile of a mother! Ya know, I've seen alottta things in my journey through space,but I never done seen anything as slimy as you!' She ran towards the platypus formerly known as Lipsin, but its tail sent her flying. She hit a tree and slowly slid down.
"It is a pity your father is not helping you. A pity indeed," said Lipsin.
"My..my..sfatheara?" Sally could barely speak, "He died 11 years ago, on this day, at the festival of Saturnalia, and you were there, and you were there, and you were there..and y. ...taaher." The mushroom man jumped out from behind the trees, gave her some morphine and VIOPED! away.
"Ah, and now Lord Azeroth (may I call you Azzy again), you have the pleasure of watching your daughter die." Lipsin stood up on his hind legs and shouted, "PLATYPI ATTACK!" Platypi started to stream down from the hills and valleys and trees and hilloughs and hamlets and bouroughs in a way similar to that of the old nursery rhyme ("Everywhere a platypus, one fish two fish platypus, if you kill a platypus two more take its place").
" NO!" shouted Lord Azeroth....
(OP: Nate, January 24 2007)
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