an thus, despite the everlasting toil of the crabantians, the great sandwich of life and stuff was cast into an unspeakable darkness from which an evil of unspeakable wenches emerged and covered the land in its mayonaise-like death shroud. the inter-stellar bakesale was upon them.
behold my gargatuan throbbing manly thumb which i use to woo the amazing creations before you..and make sandwiches. i am the lord of all that almost makes more than perfect sense. bow down and defenstrate my foes of whome thou shalt fear and tenderize with thy salmon.
FEAR ME,
rar!
FOR I AM THE ALL CONFUZZLEING
STICKBOYBOB!
i like toast
