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The gaudy boat was lined with frivolous jewels and on board was nothing but the banter of rich aristocrats in their teflon knickers. But amidst the fat yuppies stuffing their smug faces with the smorgasbord of sweet foods, were two sneaky terrorists named Hugo and Vespucci, named after the Italian explorer after whom America was named. They were on their knees praying to their malicious God of Terror. Hugo was pondering their master plan of demise, while Vespucci swiftly ate a hoard of worms; delicacies he considered them. They discarded their clothing as the weather was hot and humid. What other weather would you expect when the boat is afloat on top of hot magma, deep inside the earth? This boat was certainly not ordinary. It was alive, flowing with blood in deep florescent veins. As the boat walked down the center of the earth, the terrorists began to weave their web of joy. You see, on this strange boat, anger was accepted as the social norm, while happiness was discouraged with every emotion possible. Hugo and Vespucci wanted to spread joy throughout the boat like a plague of Egypt.