Kidz

    One day walking road down parkin, lil' bab-"e" crieded. Jigga what? asked da mandelin. Kung fu super-action grip "hiya!" {When the newses arrivadel, i ame to pees my pantaloons.} Took to hizouse odor pizza, punch in love face! Malevolent deeds are indeed upon us; toiletrees and bathing saunas! The birds then sprung forth with strange mode melodies and karate action. A little salt was maybe an awful smack to the face. A little water will do the trick.
      Starting with the baby's suculent toes, I worked my way up to the stomach, not to mention the supremely humanesque belly-button, which tasted of strange hues of yellow and green, sound that as it may synesthetic. The liver was tough, but tasted somewhat like that of a chocolate covered grasshopper, bar the chocolate's sweetness. Reaching the heart, a feeling of overwhelming sorrow commanded me, but it did not hinder the brilliant taste of the little one's soul.
      The face was smooth to the tongue, but rough to the throat. I wondered what change would befall these seemingly formless features, yet to be molded. I also wondered what would happen to the taste; I could hardly imagine something more wonderful. A strange sensation came over me, but subsided. I decided to take a walk.
       Out the door I noticed the pizza boy. Oddly enough, he spoke in a silent tongue. Aha! I must have put on my head phones to drown out the awful screams.

    "What the hell are you doing? You're stretching out my jacket you fat pig! Just who do you think you are!? Aaaahhhhhhhhh you fucking jerk!"
     Consequences meant nothing to me. I was on top of the world. I must have killed more men than Jesus himself. It brought me to a point of disillusionment. A pool of faggots was a strewn upon the basement floor.
     "I'm a fucking ninja!!!"

    I mean really; why would I say it if I don't mean it? It was no question I tell you; rehetoric has little meaning beyond face value. Anyway, the point is this: I can't tell you.

     Who wants it to destroy them? It is in my opinion one of the greatest threats to mankind. Flinstone vitamins have unmeasurable power, though their deminer belies such a monstrosity.

       But they make me healthy! I need it! GIVE IT TO ME! Alright, I'll haggle with you. 50/50: you won't get a better offer anywhere. Does it upset you? How 'bout I fuckstart your head!

    "Bang. That's it boy! You've done it! I really didn't think you had it in you! Maybe there's more to you than meets the eye."
     Back in those days, everyone was a samurai. We didn't even think twice before showing off our rad shogun-esque moves.
     We did what we could with the money we made, but no one foresaw what happened next.

     I wasn't convinced that I would do it until the metal pressed through flesh left a sound in my ears similar to that of a Spanish women doing the Tango in combat boots on top of a bunch of squid.
     "Maybe that'll learn ya some respect." I heard myself say.
     "You killed him." I heard someone else say.      "He shouldn't have been standin' there."
     "Oh well. Fair is fair. Here's the money."

     "He's gone now. That was great. You were really convincing."
     "Alright, give me my share." Asparagus.

    When it started off, I didn't really mind. I still don't mind. Who would have? I know that I wouldn't have

     Anywho, I never even pretended to care. I would right up and smack you, had I the toaster. Speaking of toasters, where is that English Muffin I ordered? Damned Brittish: you can never count on them.
     "HA HA HA HA!" he replied. "Try me. Go along now, I'll even start you off."
     He wasn't expecting it. Skullfucking pig. Bitch. Nigger. Faggot. Fucker. How could you blame me? God does it all the time. You don't know who you are dealing with. Fuck you. Give me money. Pay for sex.