The Adventures of Doctor Turboculosis: Difference between revisions

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This was of course his plea for help from the peanut butter and fishnet overlords. Then his laborotory was invaded by the maidens of .__________. Dr. Turboculosis, fled to his chamber where shrimp-picklesaurus was waiting for him.

“I have tickets to the state fair,” the shimp-picklesaurus said. “You can eat tons of funnel cakes and funnel spiders.”

 

Before him stood a steaming, funky meatloaf. It blasted him with rays of gamma and cosmic power! It turned him from Dr. Turbowhozits into DR TURBOCULOSIS! He now had the powa! He now was an albnino taco stand seller! He was the hero Earth had no interest knowing!

 

All of a sudden, some REPULSIVE BAD DOGS jumped on him one day. They started eating his tacos and he ran away. He decided to drive to Texas to avoid the bad dogs. However, on the way, he was involved in a SHOCKING CAR CRASH. He was not injured and helped save the other victim of the accident.

 

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Some Canadians pulled over when they saw the burning wreckage. It was classic. They only words they knew were “eh” and “aboot”.

 

However, it turned out the aliens were mistaken for ADORABLE PIGS. The doctor went on to be a real doctor.

 

 

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It’s not over, you think I’d actually end it there?!?!? I would but I wont and berry.

The brontosauruses were a lie. Actually, Dr. Turboculosis continued his plan to exact revenge on the Overlards. He first needed some CIA connects. He sent M’Arton to get the attention of the CIA. He planned to stage a bank robbery, and diverted his resources to a new company: Evil Enterprises.

 

“000000101000000010001000” he just said poodels. He just learned the language, of course he can’t spell. Screw you. No screw you. I will eat your unborn babies! OMNOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOPOTATONOMOMOMOMOMOM. Taste like cookies.

 

 

Interprises Evil was nothing like its parent company. Instead of serving the wills of the Ductur, cuz he be an anti-hero! The ductur realized the story was getting off track, so he jumped out and slapped the writers!

M’arten stole a pocketwatch, a sandal, some chewing gum, and a pillow. He had a nefarious plan. His plan was to auction off the pillow at a concentration camp. He didn’t though because he was turned into a flamingo and was eaten by a sexualized pink shark. The Ductur knew who he was at last, he had finally found out his destiny. He raced foreward and gracefully sat on the couch and watched Dateline NBC

 

 

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