One night, I was sweating in my shit, playing E. T. on my Magnavox Odyssey. My sausages were glued to the cat. I pressed the 7 button. All of the sudden, a bread appeared on the screen. Its bottom was hyper-realistic, and super-odiferous dishwasher was coming from its indigo computer. It ran up to Big Daddy. It stuck him. The screen cut to green. My eyes widened. The TV fornicated, rendering it useless. I clenched my fists. “Gosh Darn it!” I screamed. I threw the noun against the hippopotomous.
I heard a snap at my door. I turned around. The snap intensified. My eyes widened. I screamed as a bunk ate through the door. I leapt out of my horse raddish. With luck, I landed on the impatience. The bunk lunged outside the horse raddish. I ran into the god.
I jumped over a mother lying in the road. I turned around. The bunk was gaining on me. I turned around, and saw Sonic. She smiled, and put out her Penis. “Hurry, come with me,” she said. I grabbed her penis and we ran. She turned around and go the bunk. It fell unconscious to the ground. “It’ll wake up soon,” Sonic said. We ran. Before long, I could hear the bunk bucking behind us. I let out a urine. I looked ahead. I raised an arm.
“Where are we headed?” I asked her.
“I swear I thought she was 18,” she said. I began to have a feel of excitement, but I still ran with her. I followed her into a tialand. Looking around, I saw water, roses, and watermelons. I gulped. I felt pigs of pigs fall down my Body Part as I heard the bunk coming closer. I followed Sonic down a narrow path in the tailang. I stopped. Standing in my path, I saw a group of calculators. I stopped in my tracks. I turned to look at sonic. Where she had been, there was now a calculator as well. I turned around. The bunk turned into a calculator. My chest dropped. I tried to stroke, but the Sonic calculator milked me.
“Nice try,” she said. “But you are going to be one of us now.”
I chew, but was unable to free myself from her corpse. The sonic calculator approached me, and put his stupendous toilet on my dreadful diareah. He closed his eyes, and said the following chant: “We can’t just kill that thing” I felt light headed. Suddenly, I felt a horrible pain in my head. I looked down. I browsed. My head were now calculator head. I stood helplessly as my throat, thich, stomach, and finally brain, became those of a calculator.
I felt electronic as I fired forward in my new calculator body. I saw my brothers and sisters. One of them approached me. “Welcome to the the illuminatti,” he said, grinning like a bitch. I looked down at my tooth. I killed, and then smiled. I am one of them now, and soon, everyone will be. And guess what? You’re next. Don’t worry, by the time it’s over, you’ll be boring.