Tell a story 3 words at a time.

5 stranded castaways...

were really hungry.

So they decided

to go hunting

In the ocean

with a spear

To their surprise

They found a

beached sperm whale

but it was

full of sperm.

We tried to

push it off

but we couldn't

budge it. Then

we turned around

and looked for

something to eat.

Look, a whale.

What's it doing?

I don't think

this is a

whale, I think

it's a penguin.

Look, a penguin.

The penguin was

heading for the

desert island that

was on fire

because of a

dragon that had

acted with vengeance

toward the monkeys

who flung poo

and ran amok

in defiance of

Congress. The order

of the day

was to kill

(or, technically, re-kill)

all unCongressional primates.

The monkeys were

flaunting their red

rumps and blue

political policies. So

"rage" virus had

obviously taken effect

on their brains.

Anarchist quasizombie monkeys

allied with Marxists

here on this

seemingly desert isle.

The only answer

was to engage

them in nuclear

laser-guided missiles, and

oh wait, no

shit, my friend!

Madness had overcome

them, and the

die was cast!

Someone asked, "What

could possibly help

these godforsaken monkeys

regain their sanity?"

Silence ensued, as

the enormity of

the present problem

became clear. Suddenly,

a shot rang

the dinner bell

strangely enough, for

was very hungry.

Where did the

vowel in the

last diphthong go?

The infection spread.

Zombies crawled out

of the YMCA

which oddly was

full of women

All wearing sequins

with fabulous style.

Armed with grenades,

they charged over

San Juan Hill

and slaughtered the

zombie monkeys, despite

some serious chafing

and high casualties

. Through the smoke,

they could see

the returning dragon

as it belched

oily black smoke

that smelled awful.

"Friends, have we

the time to

run to the

safety of water?"

I don't think

so, but maybe

we can make

decorative matchbook covers,"

"That's just crazy

talk. Stow it!"

"But I wanted

to weaponize it."

The conversation subsided

as everyone realized

a chill silence

had fallen over

all assembled. Someone

raised his arm

. "Look, it's Superman!"

No, it wasn't.

It was actually

a bird or

a flying tomato.

"That's just stupid,"

said a skeptic.

As the tomato

flew by their

blank, disbelieving faces,

"...anyway, back to

Oz," she said.

"Please shoot me!"

So we did.

Then we looked

across the vast

expanse of intergalactic

deserted island, and

shot the cynic

and ate him.

He was chewy,

from the fat

and gristle that

come from living

underneath a damp

washcloth. After we

stowed the leftovers,

we slept. Then

we partied hearty!

"We're not getting

any younger, guys!"

So let's go

back to where

we saw the

whale. I think

it's a penguin.

Yay! Penguins are

cute but lethal;

everyone knows that

"Everyone knows what?"

"That penguin thing."

related to murderous

adorableness. Now, back

in the day

when men were

hunters, and women

just looked purty,

while wearing little

else besides their

bras and panties

, penguins would inevitably

seduce our women.

But today, we

video the seductions,

broadcast via satellite,

to an audience

consisting entirely of

penguin-fetishists. They

pay us well

for these endeavours

. Yet we're stuck

although sometimes we

get rather peevish

. But back to

the deserted issue.

The tomatoes began

doing the Time-Warp

in complete silence

but so enthusiastically

that our hunger

no longer gnawed

or even nibbled

so we sat

for a moment

in companionable silence

until a klaxon

sounded. It came

from right upstairs;

we tried to

shut it off

but it was

nice to hear.

Meanwhile, Dusty solemnly

prepared penguin sushi.

while Sandy cleaned

up the chum