One Thing within the kingdom of Mayoantaters, after a long day at work and witnessing the death of many fellow Things who perished at the jaws of the infamous death-beast Poopoo, came home to his one valued posession in his life, which happened to be a pillow of pink coloring. He treasured this object dearly, although he knew that if the Master discovered it, then he would succumb to the same fate as every Thing in existence, which has been addressed in the forward entitled Of Things and Thingies.
The Thing's name was Rell, and he wanted only to keep his pillow safe and within his posession. Alas, Rell was not without flaws, as one may guess. He was a scrawny Thing, his arm being not the size of a stick, but the size of an intelligent twig, which was considered small even amongst the Things, who were people of disporportionally incorrect size. For this reason, Rell was teased by his peers regularly, although he never let his anger be shown while in the presence of others.
But Rell did have thoughts of vengeance, which were concealed within his own mind for as long as he could remember. And so it was that he planned a revenge with the utmost care and consideration of the consequences. And it just so happened that the day being spoken of in this account was the day Rell planned to follow through with his scheme.
But as he left his house, Rell was run over by a pimpin 1975 Mustang Colt!
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"This Mustang car is sweetass!" said Kyle as the insignificant Thing was trampled to death underneath them, screaming in a very amusing girly voice all the while, and complaining about wreckless drivers running over innocent passerby and how all the mofos who go around doing things like that should go to hell and burn for all eternity, so they have time to think about what they've done. Kyle turned to Ken. "Don't you think so?" said he.
Ken promptly replied, "Dude this is a motherf***ing horse, dumbass."
Kyle looked down and saw the beautiful horse's mane blowing in the wind, and heard the feet galloping swiftly down the rocky path that lead them onward toward their distant destination, of which they knew absolutely nothing. After a quick look at Ken's determined, if not just a little queer, face, he stated: "I hath never noticed such truth in our transportation's presence or type."
"Yeah like I can't see that," said Ken, turning his head toward his loyal companion.
"Master Ken, would you mind refreshing my memory of where we are going?" inquired Kyle.
"Okay you can stop with the friggin 'Master Ken' crap. It's getting really gay."
"Yes, Ken. As for my question?"
"Hell I don't know, weren't we going to McBurgerKing or something?" replied Ken.
"O yes! I do believe that was the destination. For our fries, am I correct?"
"Do you have mood swings or something?"
"What?"
"Nevermind. Ah! There's McBurgerKing. Let us help that man with his fries that he is so pissed about."
And so they came upon the next chapter in their journey, a journey of two Things, bound together by an undeniable and strangely gay* friendship....
*By 'gay' I mean 'happy,' of course.....