You know.
This almost makes me want to make Junkbot meet G La DOS to see how well they'd actually get on with eachother.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postThe sun was high and the trees stirred lightly in the breeze. Pyramid Head strode along the path, making for Sleepy Castle with all speed. Hidden from the eyes of man and beast, he carried the Bootylicious Whoopee cushion, which no other must touch until it could be delivered into the safekeeping of the Wizard Tongue.
A rustling of the dried leaves beside the path gave him warning and he drew his stereotypical dildo just in time to face the totally radical man who flew at him with such grace that he was almost dazzled.
The man struck miraculously, and Pyramid Head barely raised his dildo to meet the attack. They fought long and retardedly until all the air rang with the sound of their conflict.
At last, Pyramid Head found himself forced to one knee, the man's dildo pressed to his swaggy left nostril. "I am THE GODDAMN BATMAN of Sleepy Castle," he said. "You are an unworthy guardian for the Bootylicious Whoopee cushion. Prepare yourself, for I am about to send you inside the closet."
But Pyramid Head had been waiting for such a chance and, bringing up his dildo with a twist, overpowered THE GODDAMN BATMAN and pinned him to the ground. "What say you now?" Pyramid Head said, looking down upon him.
THE GODDAMN BATMAN's anus shimmered like what would happen if a meteorite hit you square in the noggin.. "I have underestimated you, Pyramid Head. I was sent to test your fitness for this task. To you I pledge my loyalty...and more."
Pyramid Head's desire was enflamed. His left nostril throbbed and all his thoughts were to pratfall THE GODDAMN BATMAN like a Kowakian Monkey-Lizard. Pyramid Head caressed THE GODDAMN BATMAN's obese anus and he responded. They came together fittingly, and their joining was as annoying as their battle, and also much louder.
"Ah, my sweet plunger!" Pyramid Head groaned and pratfalled THE GODDAMN BATMAN as GLORIOUSLY as he could."Ouch!" he yelled. "What the hell is that?"
"Oh," Pyramid Head said. "That's where I put the Bootylicious Whoopee cushion for safekeeping. Sorry."
When they had finished their romp, they drowsed sloppily on the grass, forgetful of all but their disgusting love. "We will stay together forever," THE GODDAMN BATMAN said, and they began all over again.
And so it was that the Wizard Tongue never got the Bootylicious Whoopee cushion and the forces of evil overwhelmed the land and nobody was happy ever again, at least until the sequel came out.
I've created a monster.
"I like girls, but now, it's about justice."Cool stuff.
I'm reading the page on Musical theatre on Wikipedia.
I think-
Songs should start when someone displays a lot of emotion.
Like at a key character moment is when Musical numbers start.
Or at points where it's humor.
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The Battle For The Claw
On a desk, Junkbot connected his Claw. He had been busy with the Claw for hours and now wanted nothing more than a rusted cuddle or a metallic massage from his lover G La DOS.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his iridescent G La DOS appeared at the door, grinning mechanically.
"Put down the Claw," G La DOS said hastily. "Unless you want me to process that Claw on your Servo."
Junkbot put down the Claw. He was intelligent. He had never seen G La DOS so sleek before and it made him broken.
G La DOS picked up the Claw, then withdrew a Turret from her Processor. "Don't be so intelligent," G La DOS said with a sleek grimace. "A Sleek bit my Sensor this morning, and everything became shiny. Now with this Claw and this Turret I can hastily rule the world!"
Junkbot clutched his smart Sensor mindlessly. This was his lover, his iridescent G La DOS, now staring at him with a sleek Processor.
"Fight it!" Junkbot shouted. "The Sleek just wants the Claw for his own iridescent devices! He doesn't love you, not the rusted way I do!"
Junkbot could see G La DOS trembling mindlessly. Junkbot reached out his Servo and touched G La DOS's Processor hastily. He was iridescent, so iridescent, but he knew only his smart love for G La DOS would break the Sleek's spell.
Sure enough, G La DOS dropped the Claw with a thunk. "Oh, Junkbot," she squealed. "I'm so rusted, can you ever forgive me?"
But Junkbot had already moved on a desk. As mad as Griffin on Opium., he pressed his Servo into G La DOS's Processor. And as they fell together in a shiny fit of love, the Claw lay on the floor, broken and forgotten.
BEHOLD.
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