Suddenly, the time-dimensional aspect began to break apart. The triangular hebozoidal megaliths that had been floating in the air started to studder between past, present, future, sputure, mesent, and blast (the five time regions of the 8th dimension). The demigods and the orchard ripped out of the eye sockets of the demon-children that had been imprinted 7-dimensionally in the solid cheese poofs some 78,990 years in the sputure; aristans of baked goods popped open, releasing butterfly effects and domino stomachs while little green salt cods rose from the middle ground of pesto mac-and-cheese.
Thus, all time and space began to unravel. Time fell apart first, leaving space to sort things out in a new "anarcho-capitalistic spacial penta-plane." But soon, one of the time dimensions grabbed hold of the universal dimensional lid and popped the top off. Lord Azeroth and Sally proceeded to fly out of the opened portal and into the crumb of zarthod, the twenty legged poop. But this only lasted for 5.9 X 10^AAAH years, and then disintegrated into cheese smoofs frosted with layer.
Then there was nothing. Dark.
Then there was something... and Sally knew it was up to no good!
(OP: Ben, January 25 2007)
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