shivered and stumbled underneath the throne and pulled a secret switch. A baby monster crawled in out of a secret door with a portal axe, between Ezequador and Taybah. The portal was connected to a room with two lifeless monsters on a contraption that charges their hearts and organs to make them reproduce. Ezequador nuked the entire room, the pool made the holy fire stronger, and it returned to normal. Azarban hugged him as the exiles burned. As only they and the monster occupied the now soundless white room; he called, “Reversal!” aloud as if the exiles were still there to sense it.] I was happy to receive such good footage, it was a good ending for my movie, but it bored me. I guess I won’t understand until I see it on the big screen. I sat back in the throne, played with my window, and sighed. Then, I ran out. You always want God to hear your plans, be good enough friends to him to listen to his plans – only what God says about you counts. He’s your friend who understands you; when you believe that, you’ll be a holy juggernaut. The orchestral played behind my as I stepped out. Arctic clones, aquatic clones, island clones, city clones, underground clones grew upset to see that Ezequador was off - “I feel fine talking to you, right here in my mind, my God. I know you are lowly and I respect that. We will give unnoticed and accept 0. People are freezing right now. Lower your voice and find out where you’re comfortable talking to God.” I nuked them and they left me looking at my beautiful wife, Rosebush, waiting for me with homemade food. I picked her up and rocked her, "AAHH-HAAHAA! – Ha-What are you doing, manly hands?"
"I’m getting ready."
"Uhh-ready for what?"
"For the next monster shortage." She rolled her eyes. "GIMME A BEEE!" you could hear Hat’s followers yelling 'B'. "GIMME AN A! (A!); GIMME AN 'N'" Hat cheered on Little Azarban who saved the Generated Nukes from perishing. He threw Ban up and caught him and he giggled all the way down. As I rocked Rosebush I gaze into her eyes. After a while we just lay there in front of the doors with our backs leaned against them and made out while the sunset…
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