Children, this is what happens when you walk to Wal*Mart.

Mar 13, 2004 00:23

My soul is being sucked away by the diet Pepsi. As Hill walks before me, carrying our supplies in her pack, she turns to check on me.
"Are you feelin' all right, Miss Brandi? Do ya need to take a rest?"
"No, I'm fine, Hill. We need to get up that mountain... We must dispose of this bottle and defeat the Dark Lord Pepsi."
We travel on, avoiding the hypnotic voices of Pepsi's minions as they bear down on us on their wicked, noisy beasts. After hours of travel, we finally near our goal. Weary and hungered, we sit and share the last of our victuals from our visit to the red-roofed hut.
After our many trials and our long journey, I found myself in the clutches of temptation to drink from the cursed bottle. My only salvation comes when the homeless, mentally plagued Gobble thrusts himself at me, tearing the bottle from my grasp before falling into a tragically open manhole with a sickening thud, cackling during the fall with his assumed victory.
The evil bottle, now lost in the bowels of the earth, no longer troubled our hearts. We could finally return home.

~*~

*dies* Hillary and I are insane, aren't we? *snickerfit*

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