Brennen and Sewell's Excellent Adventure
One fine day Jorgenson Seawhale was choking his precious chicken in his specialized Fapsturbation Corner to some pictures of 90-year old women from the 1860s. His half-haff-brother, Kristoff Kleftermann walked in on Jonathan and he was surprised because Jonathan was spankin' the frank to HIS au speciale photographs! Ole Krissie was angrier than he had been in his whole floral life, and he slapped Jorgie right in the Henry Wrinkler. Suddenly, a majestic voice arose from the depths of the grimy Seawhale dungeon:
"Who art thou tinkling their flinkler over my posh Fotos?" said the voice.
"Prease forgives, O Great One! We are mere Englermen!" cried the Seoul Walls.
With a whisk of whimsy, the being revealed itself. A waterfalling cascade of Sea Men arose from the dingy sewer in the basement, enveloping the Seawhales in its wake. The being was in fact made out of billions of real Sea Manners! However, the gloryholeous site was not so happy for long-
'Twas a Sea Man Skellertonne of the spooky nature! The Sols were spooked shirtless! They ran upstairs, learning never to exercise their Kris Kringles over olde pictures again.
THE END.