Trongle of Sprongle

From title onwards, I apply information on the death of my life, a death such as mine is only took by true unlucks.

I was at the king of burgers, not Burger King, but at the barbecue cooking in my back yard, making burgers. That was until the burger made its life come back and reincarnated as a bloody cow triangle that should be known for the true name of trongle.

The trongle, after his ungodly reformation, took pity on the other cow beings and stoobed me into the burning hells. My mind was sprongled as I saw red mist from my body and the hellfire evaporating my bloodness. I was a sprongled body. I was a large circle ring shape of a hell that only the reformed trongle could birth into existence.

So now I am

A vegan that ate a cow in the timeless past. The trongle sentenced me as a bloodless demon, a melting, mist-blinded skeleton that popped out in trongle hell. Satan then offend me with his knife and fork, eating my melted chicken leg like legs like chicken legs that melted off a chicken with chicken legs in a chicken farm. I was the only one here. Did my subconscious want to destroy the trongle and kill his life? Did he burger to defeat me?

All this stuff ran through my head as my boned started to fizzle and die, I died again and went to hell, I was then tortured in normal hell as a skeleton of crispy calcium stuff that hurt the trongles feelings. It then came to me. The trongle is God!

The End you sToOB.

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