Three-Word Story

Sarah, the vipers

are experts in

cooking blancmange, but

the spaceship was

out of milk.

Milk is necessary

for strong bones

for blancmange, as
,to the detriment

of a strong

neurotoxin supply. Blancmange

, therefore, required plenty

to achieve Awareness

of the third

tier of the

true worldwide conspiracy:

The Potatolanders. Next

came ULTIMATE GAYNESS

which rode upon

another baby bicycle.

And it honked

and honked and

screamed in unbelievable

and glorious harmony

, "Ebony and Ivory."

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A recap of the story so far:

Sarah's favorite snack was human souls. She loved to go out in the rain and sing a mournful dirge for all dying puppies. It was no substitute for the satisfaction of eating a soulful snicky-snack, but the cold was approaching.

Damn the law enforcement, fucking Julian got too crunk.

Sarah suddenly turned to the window where horror of horrors, suddenly a fruitcake was achieving velocities never before seen sandals and socks with the fruitcake began fluttering amoungst eldritch horrors from an egg.

When the Horrors managed to override the Security Window ™, they wanted to Eat Sarah's eyes-cream. Fortunately, Sarah had just drained all the cream from her eyes.

Eyes, eyes, eyes! Lord, such eyes will never, ever see the light. Fortunately, they do Assist Sarah anyway.

For sale, baby skull (previously used).

Sarah, honestly. When will you get away from terrifying eye-eating monstrosities? Maybe she'd consume them! If she didn't, Julian will get the idea to roll over on some sort of Baby powered bike, guarenteeing that Julian will surely be a pain in those poor babies' Tiny baby asses.

Sarah destroyed the cure for cancer and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and cried and laughed some more. Like, LOL, amirite?

Meanwhile, Julian was also laughing and attempting to microwave pizza rolls; however, they got soggy. "Well, fuck," said in a fit Benny, who in a tiny box died. Again.

So basically today hasn't begun yet, but things were already laughing and laughing, leaning to the left side of the ship. However, don't forget about the vipers! They have ten minutes to find synonyms for the word 'blancmange'.

Yes, 'blancmange'.

If they didn't, (and let's face it, they won't) then the whole mess will come and blow up into a horrendous balloon.

Fortunately for Sarah, the vipers are experts in cooking blancmange, but the spaceship was out of milk. Milk is necessary for strong bones,to the detriment of a strong neurotoxin supply. Blancmange, therefore, required plenty to achieve Awareness of the third tier of the true worldwide conspiracy: The Potatolanders.

Next came ULTIMATE GAYNESS which rode upon another baby bicycle. And it honked and honked and screamed in unbelievable and glorious harmony, "Ebony and Ivory."