It was a Dark and Spammy Night
It was a dark and spammy night. Red mist settled over the town. Suddenly, a shot rang out! A door slammed. An admin screamed. Suddenly, a pirate ship appeared on the horizon! While millions of people were starving, EVIL PATRIXXX lived in luxury. Meanwhile, on a small computer in Kansas, a skeleton was popping out.
A light snow was falling, and the abused pokemon with the tattered shawl had not sold a single violet all week. At that very moment, someone was an intern at City Hospital and was making an important discovery. The mysterious patient in Room 213 had finally awakened. She moaned softly. Could it be that she was the sister of the skeleton in Kansas who loved the abused pokemon with the tattered shawl who was the second cousin of the admin who had escaped from the pirates? The intern frowned.
“Stampede!” the Mary Sue shouted, and forty thousand armies of trollpastas thundered down on the tiny camp as the lavender town theme played. The two crappypastas rolled on the ground grappling beneath the murderous hooves. Photo-negative Mickey unleashed his bad cliche ending, and Jeff the killer forced me to tell the story in bad grmamar! A charzird oppend it moth to spat fyre, but instead of fior, it wos blood! It looked hyper relistik! Spongebob got out a lost episode machinigun (infinit amo). Slenderman canceled out bad grmamar! Missingno. used real suffering! The fight was over. And so the multiverse was saved.
The young intern sat by himself in one corner of the coffee shop. He had learned about life, but more importantly, he had learned who was phone.
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