for all, who
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for all, who
is behind this!"
Elvis's ghost mischievously
stole into the
grotto of Hermaphrodite
with a big
hunka hunka burnin'
Luuuurve. Thank you
verramuch and goodnight,
Cleveland, was the
haunt's haunting refrain.
From the depths
of her diaphragm,
she sang forth
and forth and
then abruptly stopped.
The sound of
one hand clapping
was all that
filled the void
of infinite sadness.
Elvis only had
tears in his
eyes for a
short while, though.
The blast from
an incoming meteor
swept through all
the divine grottos
on the seedy
side of Manhattan
causing a massive
disruption in the
distribution of winos
, as their bottles
were tossed disastrously
across the lower
East Side. Luckily,
Sipowicz and his
three hawt partners
, the sister wives,
who along with
the Winchester boys
, had been following
the trail of
dismembered castaways for
days, showed up.
"'Sup," said Sipowicz.
"How's it goin'
on this limpid
and yet strangely
moist day?" He
scratched his grizzled
jowls, and waited
for a reply.
His hand, though
, had its own
ideas, and swiftly
stole into his
side holster and
pulled an enormous
smoked sausage out.
"Is that a
Boudin in your
hand," She-Hulk simpered,
tossing her wild
green hair, "or
are you just
sporting a woody?"
"That's not even
particularly clever, you
muscular green temptress,"
snarled one of
Sipowicz's secret sluts.
She-Hulk turned her
attention briefly to
the alliterative/sibilant
harem of wives.
"If I wanted
the peanut gallery
(and by peanuts,
I mean your
soiled, slatternly selves
), to comment, I
would make my
views quite clear.
" Having spoken, she
idly scratched herself,
causing a small
tsunami-like disturbance
in the Force.
This disturbance was
unrelated to midi-chlorians
, thank God. However
it did result
in Greedo shooting
in a post-mortem
review, which then
killed the coroner.
Suddenly Dean Winchester
pulled out his
best gravelly voice
and growled, "You
have got to
be kidding me.
TWO water demons?!"
"I don't think
that's the real
She-Hulk," cried Sam
with a start.
"Fools! I am
become Death, the
destroyer of worlds!"
Dr. Oppenheimer posthumously
proclaimed to all.
"Okay, now that's
just plain silly
," Sam protested, quickly
"Silence!" bellowed Oppenheimer, "
This is more
McCarthyism than I
can shake a
nuclear bomb at.
And now," he
pontificated, "I will
reveal the secret
hiding place of
"Stop right there!"
Cried the ghost
from his secret
hidey hole in
Zeus's spare toga.
A strange silence
descended on all.
"Maybe this isn't
the best time
to introduce a
new thread character,
" commented Sipowicz kindly.
"Bugger," said the
ghost, whose name
was now lost
in the mists
of Saṅsāra. Suddenly,
our friend the
undead physicist grabbed
a handful of
Marion Barber's dreadlocks
(Marion III, naturally!),
and brought the
running back into
a whole new
reality. Marion blinked
, but then quickly
began to panic
at the insanity
that surrounded him.
Zeus, sensing the
potential for disaster
, quickly took Marion
aside and said, "
To get along
we must go
along with the
hopelessly mixed up
narrative these idiots
are dribbling out."
Marion meditated on
this bizarre news.
"Do you mean
we have no
free will?" he
asked, aghast. "Well,
is there any
way to prove
it if there
is indeed such
a thing as
the whatchamacallit you
keep babbling about.
" Snapped back Zeus
, "Mere mortal, you
might do well
to sit quietly
and learn a
thing or two."
Marion rolled his
dice. "Natural twenty!"
he exclaimed, consulting
his tomes of
ancient Vegas lore.
"What the hell
didja do that
for", cried Zeus
, snatching the die.
"Die, God, die!"
shouted the furious
Pittsburgh Steelers fans,
as they surged
forward in a