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"Your circular celery shall never be better than that dip that Mariah Carey loves!" Said the boy now dressed in women's underwear, trailing behind him cans with trolls inside them eating cotton candy. As the leprechauns rain down, I vomit guiness into their mouths in order to calm their repressed sexual urges for gold and children. The pots of gold are no longer pots, because gold is only there when you think Bruce Willis is watching you. The fiery balls of popcorn are eaten out of the sky by giant purple worms with eyes on their sides, each a different color, and each a different set of eyes. The purple worms emerge, turning into green flamingos that smoke cigars and eat spatulas, they kick away the penguins with their hook fingers that come out of their heart from their love of peter pan, the only movie a flamingo watches in mating season. "That square mechanism you deem a strudel of toast can only be tasted by my fingertips as I play a violin with my toes!" and so the square turned into a basketball, and Micheal Jordan lived happily ever after, because that's how cabbage was made. I scratch my wrist and gangstah music starts pouring out from behind my right ankle, blowing the mariachi's away, and canceling their lizard-headed monkey summons, who are now drinking tea with the utterly flawless wood stumps, famous for their bee infested pies, for a stinging taste that lasts until the grass is blue with love. "BigMacs aren't big because I know a guy named mac and this is cannibalism!" as he spoke, the clowns started vomiting their insides until they turned into little girls with candy canes and chainsaws, turning toward Vine and cartwheeling towards him, missiles made of love and rainbows exploding out of their heels, unicorn faces adorning them. The pencil sharpeners explode everywhere, only making the scene more intense, and very awesome, so awesome, that the Muffin King is now dressed as a Queen, laughing as his head turns into three, and his hand is laughing like a giant dinosaur about to pee on a pine cone. "With the same amount of utter nonsense of the non-bovine type, and a greater understanding of the language that is english, the young goat may have more stamina, but I have far more marmalade in me than a fat man without any restraint for things in jars." He spoke more seriously, holding a chess board upside down, playing against a shark with a top hat.

*ignores everything posted thus far*

Neit wins by seniority.

The guild rulemaster has spoken. mad

I shall abstain from this contest of interests. mad

This is a duel, not a brawl. You wanna fight, take it somewhere else. *Cracks knuckles*

Niccea sipped her soda from the sidelines. "I have no idea what is going on, but that is probably keeping my brain from exploding right now. Go, Somebody!"

[begins making dolls]
yea that post up there looks like an essay....

*From the sidelines* "Eat cold carbonation!" Niccea chucked her soda at the person interrupting the duel.