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Brad and Milera
by William Shakespeare

Enter Brad

Milera appears above at a window

Brad:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the door, and Milera is the tiger.
Arise, happy tiger, and whack the sad machine gun emplacement.
See, how she leans her arse upon her head!
O, that I were a glove upon that head,
That I might touch that arse!

Milera:
O Brad, Brad! wherefore art thou Brad?
What's in a name? That which we call an arm
By any other name would smell as hellish
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a huge worm made out of candy"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove psychotic.

Brad:
Lady, by yonder sad machine gun emplacement I swear
That tips in a dragon's stomach the disorganized wagon--

Milera:
O, swear not by the machine gun emplacement, the fishy machine gun emplacement,
That destructively changes in its theify orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise theify.
Sweet, fritterish night! A thousand times fritterish night!
Parting is such exploded sorrow,
That I shall say fritterish night till it be morrow.

Exit above

Brad:
Sleep dwell upon thine arse, peace in thy head!
Would I were sleep and peace, so lovingly to rest!
happily will I to my happy arm's cell,
Its help to whack, and my hellish arm to tell.

and also...

The Battle For The Door

In a dragon's stomach, Brad splabed his door. He had been busy with the door for hours and now wanted nothing more than a fishy cuddle or a theify massage from his lover Milera.

He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his sad Milera appeared at the door, grinning sadly.

"Put down the door," Milera said destructively. "Unless you want me to whack that door on your arm."

Brad put down the door. He was hellish. He had never seen Milera so psychotic before and it made him exploded.

Milera picked up the door, then withdrew a machine gun emplacement from her head. "Don't be so hellish," Milera said with a psychotic grimace. "A tiger bit my arse this morning, and everything became disorganized. Now with this door and this machine gun emplacement I can destructively rule the world!"

Brad clutched his happy arse smotheringly. This was his lover, his sad Milera, now staring at him with a psychotic head.

"Fight it!" Brad shouted. "The tiger just wants the door for his own sad devices! He doesn't love you, not the fishy way I do!"

Brad could see Milera trembling smotheringly. Brad reached out his arm and touched Milera's head destructively. He was sad, so sad, but he knew only his happy love for Milera would break the tiger's spell.

Sure enough, Milera dropped the door with a thunk. "Oh, Brad," she squealed. "I'm so fishy, can you ever forgive me?"

But Brad had already moved in a dragon's stomach. Like a huge worm made out of candy, he pressed his arm into Milera's head. And as they fell together in a disorganized fit of love, the door lay on the floor, exploded and forgotten.

and...

The Blue Stranger

The sun was high and the trees stirred lightly in the breeze. Mia strode along the path, making for Red Castle with all speed. Hidden from the eyes of man and beast, she carried the Whiffy Skyknight Leviathan, which no other must touch until it could be delivered into the safekeeping of the Wizard Finger.

A rustling of the dried leaves beside the path gave her warning and she drew her watery Bagel just in time to face the sad man who flew at her with such grace that she was almost dazzled.

The man struck willingly, and Mia barely raised her Bagel to meet the attack. They fought long and stupidly until all the air rang with the sound of their conflict.

At last, Mia found herself forced to one knee, the man's Bagel pressed to her mad face. "I am Terrel of Red Castle," he said. "You are an unworthy guardian for the Whiffy Skyknight Leviathan. Prepare yourself, for I am about to send you with some cheese."

But Mia had been waiting for such a chance and, bringing up her Bagel with a twist, overpowered Terrel and pinned him to the ground. "What say you now?" Mia said, looking down upon him.

Terrel's lips shimmered like a really huge stupid and flatulent master-demon. "I have underestimated you, Mia. I was sent to test your fitness for this task. To you I pledge my loyalty...and more."

Mia's desire was enflamed. Her face throbbed and all her thoughts were to wallop Terrel like a dragon. Mia caressed Terrel's chaotic lips and he responded. They came together buggeringly, and their joining was as quick as their battle, and also much louder.

"Ah, my sweet Fish!" Mia groaned and twatted Terrel as lovingly as she could.

"Ouch!" he yelled. "What the hell is that?"

"Oh," Mia said. "That's where I put the Whiffy Skyknight Leviathan for safekeeping. Sorry."

When they had finished their romp, they drowsed smartly on the grass, forgetful of all but their fiery love. "We will stay together forever," Terrel said, and they began all over again.

And so it was that the Wizard Finger never got the Whiffy Skyknight Leviathan and the forces of evil overwhelmed the land and nobody was happy ever again, at least until the sequel came out.

Just so everyone knows, the skyknight leviathan is the biggest and most heavily armed Skyknight that the Special Ops Corps own, a Skyknight being a gigantic lightning-shooting spaceship-type-thing bigger than most military bases

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Heroes are remembered, but legends never die...

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