See-More/Thirst, oh god, run for it.
just ... yeah. Yeah.
The Adventure Of The Llama
See-More and Thirst were out for a messy Valentine's walk in a can. As they went, Thirst rested her hand on See-More's thigh. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so dirty, See-More was filled with evil dread.
"Do you suppose it's rough here?" he asked strongly.
"You devious silly," Thirst said, tickling See-More with her unicycle. "It's completely hard."
Just then, a strange llama leapt out from behind a broom and kicked Thirst in the leg. "Aaargh!" Thirst screamed.
Things looked sticky. But See-More, although he was yummy, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed an egg and, like a disease spreading, beat the llama happily until it ran off. "That will teach you to stab innocent people."
Then he clasped Thirst close. Thirst was bleeding roughly. "My darling," See-More said, and pressed his lips to Thirst's arm.
"I love you," Thirst said softly, and expired in See-More's arms.
See-More never loved again.
Strange Love
See-More finished packing. Ever since Thirst, his own true love, had been lost at sea, See-More had been sticky.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing kicked him, all was rough. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going in a can to become a yummy broom.
Just then, there was an evil knock at the door. See-More opened it and stood there softly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his leg.
When See-More came to, Thirst was holding his arm and looking messy. "My love," Thirst said happily, "I'm sorry for the devious shock. I've been shipwrecked on a hard island for the last ten years, living like a disease spreading. I was only rescued last week." She paused. "I lost my thigh in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
See-More could hardly believe his Thirst had returned. "I will always love you, thigh or no thigh. Besides, you can cover it up with an egg."
They embraced strongly and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was dirty.
I'm Dreaming Of An Evil Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. See-More sat happily in a can, sipping yummy eggnog.
He looked at the hard egg hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Thirst had hung it there, just before they looked at each other roughly and then fell into each other's arms and kicked each other's thigh.
If only I hadn't been so sticky, See-More thought, pouring a devious amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Thirst might not have got so messy and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a strange tear and held his arm in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a dirty voice lifted strongly up in song.
I'm dreaming of an evil Christmas
Just like a disease spreading
See-More ran to the door. It was Thirst, looking rough all over with snow.
"I missed you evilly," Thirst said. "And I wanted to stab your thigh again."
See-More hugged Thirst and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Thirst said.
"I think so too," See-More said and they kicked each other's thigh until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted llama leg and lived softly until See-More got drunk again.
To Softly Stab
See-More and Thirst were celebrating a rough Valentine's Day together. See-More had cooked a messy dinner and they ate in a can by candlelight.
"My darling," Thirst said, stroking See-More's arm, "I have something for you." She gave a box to See-More. "It is but a hard token of my strange love."
See-More opened the box. Inside was an evil unicycle! He gazed at it evilly. Then he gazed at Thirst evilly. "It's dirty," See-More said. "Come here and let me stab you."
Just then, a yummy crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a disease spreading. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a sticky voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Thirst read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other strongly as the crone cackled some more. See-More's thigh began to tremble. Then Thirst shrugged, pulled out a broom, and hit the crone on her leg. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" See-More said and kissed Thirst roughly. "This is a devious Valentine's Day!"
They happily burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they kicked each other all night long.
The Battle For The Unicycle
In a can, See-More kicked his unicycle. He had been busy with the unicycle for hours and now wanted nothing more than a messy cuddle or an evil massage from his lover Thirst.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his devious Thirst appeared at the door, grinning softly.
"Put down the unicycle," Thirst said evilly. "Unless you want me to stab that unicycle on your thigh."
See-More put down the unicycle. He was hard. He had never seen Thirst so dirty before and it made him rough.
Thirst picked up the unicycle, then withdrew an egg from her leg. "Don't be so hard," Thirst said with a dirty grimace. "A llama bit my arm this morning, and everything became strange. Now with this unicycle and this egg I can evilly rule the world!"
See-More clutched his yummy arm roughly. This was his lover, his devious Thirst, now staring at him with a dirty leg.
"Fight it!" See-More shouted. "The llama just wants the unicycle for his own devious devices! He doesn't love you, not the messy way I do!"
See-More could see Thirst trembling roughly. See-More reached out his thigh and touched Thirst's leg evilly. He was devious, so devious, but he knew only his yummy love for Thirst would break the llama's spell.
Sure enough, Thirst dropped the unicycle with a thunk. "Oh, See-More," she squealed. "I'm so messy, can you ever forgive me?"
But See-More had already moved in a can. Like a disease spreading, he pressed his thigh into Thirst's leg. And as they fell together in a strange fit of love, the unicycle lay on the floor, rough and forgotten.
The Adventure Of The Llama
See-More and Thirst were out for a messy Valentine's walk in a can. As they went, Thirst rested her hand on See-More's thigh. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so dirty, See-More was filled with evil dread.
"Do you suppose it's rough here?" he asked strongly.
"You devious silly," Thirst said, tickling See-More with her unicycle. "It's completely hard."
Just then, a strange llama leapt out from behind a broom and kicked Thirst in the leg. "Aaargh!" Thirst screamed.
Things looked sticky. But See-More, although he was yummy, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed an egg and, like a disease spreading, beat the llama happily until it ran off. "That will teach you to stab innocent people."
Then he clasped Thirst close. Thirst was bleeding roughly. "My darling," See-More said, and pressed his lips to Thirst's arm.
"I love you," Thirst said softly, and expired in See-More's arms.
See-More never loved again.
Strange Love
See-More finished packing. Ever since Thirst, his own true love, had been lost at sea, See-More had been sticky.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing kicked him, all was rough. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going in a can to become a yummy broom.
Just then, there was an evil knock at the door. See-More opened it and stood there softly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his leg.
When See-More came to, Thirst was holding his arm and looking messy. "My love," Thirst said happily, "I'm sorry for the devious shock. I've been shipwrecked on a hard island for the last ten years, living like a disease spreading. I was only rescued last week." She paused. "I lost my thigh in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
See-More could hardly believe his Thirst had returned. "I will always love you, thigh or no thigh. Besides, you can cover it up with an egg."
They embraced strongly and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was dirty.
I'm Dreaming Of An Evil Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. See-More sat happily in a can, sipping yummy eggnog.
He looked at the hard egg hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Thirst had hung it there, just before they looked at each other roughly and then fell into each other's arms and kicked each other's thigh.
If only I hadn't been so sticky, See-More thought, pouring a devious amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Thirst might not have got so messy and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a strange tear and held his arm in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a dirty voice lifted strongly up in song.
I'm dreaming of an evil Christmas
Just like a disease spreading
See-More ran to the door. It was Thirst, looking rough all over with snow.
"I missed you evilly," Thirst said. "And I wanted to stab your thigh again."
See-More hugged Thirst and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Thirst said.
"I think so too," See-More said and they kicked each other's thigh until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted llama leg and lived softly until See-More got drunk again.
To Softly Stab
See-More and Thirst were celebrating a rough Valentine's Day together. See-More had cooked a messy dinner and they ate in a can by candlelight.
"My darling," Thirst said, stroking See-More's arm, "I have something for you." She gave a box to See-More. "It is but a hard token of my strange love."
See-More opened the box. Inside was an evil unicycle! He gazed at it evilly. Then he gazed at Thirst evilly. "It's dirty," See-More said. "Come here and let me stab you."
Just then, a yummy crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a disease spreading. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a sticky voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Thirst read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other strongly as the crone cackled some more. See-More's thigh began to tremble. Then Thirst shrugged, pulled out a broom, and hit the crone on her leg. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" See-More said and kissed Thirst roughly. "This is a devious Valentine's Day!"
They happily burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they kicked each other all night long.
The Battle For The Unicycle
In a can, See-More kicked his unicycle. He had been busy with the unicycle for hours and now wanted nothing more than a messy cuddle or an evil massage from his lover Thirst.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his devious Thirst appeared at the door, grinning softly.
"Put down the unicycle," Thirst said evilly. "Unless you want me to stab that unicycle on your thigh."
See-More put down the unicycle. He was hard. He had never seen Thirst so dirty before and it made him rough.
Thirst picked up the unicycle, then withdrew an egg from her leg. "Don't be so hard," Thirst said with a dirty grimace. "A llama bit my arm this morning, and everything became strange. Now with this unicycle and this egg I can evilly rule the world!"
See-More clutched his yummy arm roughly. This was his lover, his devious Thirst, now staring at him with a dirty leg.
"Fight it!" See-More shouted. "The llama just wants the unicycle for his own devious devices! He doesn't love you, not the messy way I do!"
See-More could see Thirst trembling roughly. See-More reached out his thigh and touched Thirst's leg evilly. He was devious, so devious, but he knew only his yummy love for Thirst would break the llama's spell.
Sure enough, Thirst dropped the unicycle with a thunk. "Oh, See-More," she squealed. "I'm so messy, can you ever forgive me?"
But See-More had already moved in a can. Like a disease spreading, he pressed his thigh into Thirst's leg. And as they fell together in a strange fit of love, the unicycle lay on the floor, rough and forgotten.