As Goat and Dawg continued, they encountered many broken lightsaber's, with inscriptions in the walls saying "You swing to hard, ASS" and "I swear". Goat then proceeded to ask why a breadstick was so important... to which dawg replied "It holds the key to the light, the light that binds the legendary members of the zoo krew". "EXACTLY!!" Goat and ( Read more... )

Commander Dustin stood ontop of the holo projector. "People of Cornflake-Fuck. Behold!" Dustin ripped his shirt open, exposing his chest "My chest hair is in the shape of a cross. I am the fathers chosen one. Nay I AM THE FATHER! All show bow down and put their faith in me lest we inflict that faith uppon them!" The crowds erupted in cheers, and a ( Read more... )

As Goat hit the ground, a breadstick old and crusty, in a small bag fell from his pocket. Dawgbowl's eyes locked on and he began to mumble "Precious, I must find the precious, but first..." Dawgbowl leaped onto a shopping cart rolling backwards, flipping it around as it hit a wall by a shelf of flower... He quickly proceeded to bar rape the ( Read more... )

Goat wandered away from Bradimus searching for the one... while Bradimus was a great apprentice, Goat knew there was one man.... that could slay the great mother herself... Deep in the aisle of shampoos in Wal-Mart stood "The One." Goat approached him slowly, speaking in a soothing yet really creepy voice (that this one neighbor i have speaks in ( Read more... )

The Clit Commander stands before the people of Cornflake-Fuck, henceforth known as Chickenfuckers. "Cornflake-Fuck, I congratulate you. At last, peace reigns in the heart of the Cooter. At last, war is but a word that fades from our understanding. At last, we... are... in... the... hole." Someone in the crowd mentions something about the fact that ( Read more... )

The repairs on the walls were cumming along well. The young boys were circle jerking on the last section of wall. Our heroes have been trying to acclimate themselves to the ways of cooter culture ( Read more... )

Bradimus looked upon this strange man. The power of the darkside...could it truly dwell taht strongly within him. He looked up to the cloaked Darth Goat "How did you know I would come?" The figure looked to Bradimus "I had forseen it, just as you had. You must learn these powers to save your friends from the commies" "But what about the dwarves?" " ( Read more... )

As Brad ventures into the deep darkness of the cooter, he suddenly feels his body being drawn off course from his current heading. He ponders for a while if he should give in and follow this gut feeling. Eventually he cant withstand its prescence and follows this unkown direction. Brad wondered for almost a day when finally it appeared before him. ( Read more... )

In the aftermath of the commie attack, a somber glee filled the city. Bradimus turned to Dustin "We must follow what remains of that red army and destroy them!" Clit Commander Dustin strokes his chin "We have endured great loses Bradimus. Do we have the strength, the numbers, or even the courage to take more?" Dustin asked. Bradimus pondered for a ( Read more... )

Just before dawn, the Clit Commander's silhouette towers over the people of CornFlake-Fuck. "This day, all denizens of the cooterverse must band together to fight the Red Menace. CornFlake-Fuck, you have won! Against all odds and... wait, ummm... nevermind, just go kill yourselves some Commies!" A roar ripples through the crowd, loud enough to ( Read more... )