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The Amazing Purple Emu That Speaks Ebonics Part 2: Revenge of the Risae

by the Blanks

Part XLVIII

When we last visited our heroic heroes and heroines, who were not on heroin (as far as the Blanks know, but that's never a good indicator of anything). Sara, quite possibly on something else, continued to worship the aLi-llama and proclaim the aLi-llama's glory unto the world, also on something else. As the reader may remember, the aLi-llama's first act as a religious figurehead was a miracle. The aLi-llama now chose to perform a second act. She ate pork.

The electric electric blue emu, breaking its former oath of respectful silence, responded loudly, "Sqrauckel!"

They all jumped.

They all, having picked a rather unfortunate moment to jump, landed in a pile of pork.

Sara looked at the electric electric blue emu. She blinked.

The electric electric blue emu did the electric slide. Upon completion of this sacred ritual, the electric electric blue emu once again proclaimed, "Sqrauckel!"

Sara, once again, blinked. She did this quite loudly, as a matter of fact. No one important heard, except one small amoeba named Frank who resided under her eyebrow.

Hearing this, Frank, startled from a peaceful nap, also blinked.

Hearing this, a semi-intelligent electron named Leonard also blinked.

As a result of Leonard, blinking Sara, being the only expendable character, ceased to exist and was replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.

"Moo-moo, moo-moo!" said Moo-Moo the Termite-Cow.

Mark said, "Duuuuuuude..."

They all, having been removed from the pile of pork, left.

Moo-Moo the Termite Cow, who was most definitely on steroids, followed, gnawing random holes in any walls they all passed along the way.

The aLi-llama, in the middle of one of her meditations, calmly floated along behind, continuing to eat pork.

The Blanks, now utterly clueless as concerns what should come next, chose to completely disregard all events which happened previously.

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A pile of pork was floating randomly through a formless galaxy. It was sad, and very, very lonely. The pile of pork breathed. Piles of pork are rather incapable of breathing, but only rather incapable, which by definition makes them rather capable as well. Therefore, the pile of pork could breathe. Therefore, in the interest of preserving its existence, it breathed. It then realized that there was no air to breathe in space. However, before it could die, the Blanks realized that this paragraph is exceedingly boring and decided to return to the previous plotline.

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The Blanks then decided to go to bed instead.

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What will happen next in the continuing saga of the aLi-llama? What will become of the pile of pork? Who cares? Go away. Also find out the answers to these and other unimportant questions in the next part. But now go away.

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