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{{Note credit|This is a fictional joke story written by Schizima. Don't take it seriously.}}
We all remember the show
Fuck you,
Listen,
As you get older, six months feels like a few weeks, your teeth are being attacked by horrific gingivitis, your face squirrels up into a raisin and your heart breaks so many times that it falls out of your fucking chest.
I loved Rocko though. Sitting in my cubicle drawing the
I got a VERY STRANGE VHS tape one day for review, it was episode 17 of the Rocko show. Something really fucked up happened that forced me to quit my job. My girlfriend left me. My father died. And no one at
Now I warn you, this is disturbing. I loved that intro song. The hip new-wave synths.
He was dead. Rocko was dead.
Yet I could still hear someone yelling
I
Down the hall, to my
It was part of a conspiracy.
All of the doors to the bathroom were locked and they kicked me out. A pile of orange puddling goo lay on the floor as various soggy
He did the backstroke, the downward dog, the sidestroke, left stroke and right stroke. Swimming through bodies. This was disgusting. Who were all these dead people. Rocko melts into a screaming spirit and floats up into the sky. His eyes exploded out of his face and his naked body exploded into popcorn.
I just needed to get out of this office. Outside, I could see 90s star Marc Summers, arguing angrily in negotiations over his raise on Double Dare. Oh he was fuming, but I worked here too. I got lost, got in an elevator, and ended up next to a bunch of people dressed in
I tried to take his mask off and he held out a taser, warning me that
I was lost in NIckelodean studios forever now. The electric shot through my body as I tried to remember the modern life.
I woke up tied to a chair.
What the fuck? What in
Hot thermite and pieces of melted plastic exploded into my face, propelling me backwards as I was slowly poisoned by the hot gas.
He
I woke up in a hospital. Was I still in the show? Was this the Rocko hospital? Or the real hospital? Where was I? I felt a strong sigh of relief when the doctor walked in. Thank god, he was human. It was all a dream. A
Or so I thought.
Various washed up 90s nickelodeon stars crowded around my bed. Marc Summers smiled at me.
Their
The doctor pulled a gun on me.
If you have any more questions,
I have no mouth that speaks or eyes that scream, no heart that beats or brain that dreams. I am just cold plastic wired into a rectangular prism, covered in Michael
Help me please, for the love of god, I am dying inside. I am dated technology.
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