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Stars in the night sky and the smell of roasted childhood in the air, Old Father McGibbin slid down to the third log around the camp fire, and the adults smoked what the kids weren't allowed to.
Intrigued as always, young Jim McGibbin cautiously decided to once again approach the camp fire and ask the adults about the story he loved to hear.
"Grampy?"
"Yea lil' Jim?" Old Father replied, pulling the cork out of a brown bottle of liquid that really shouldn't be left in glass at all.
"Can ya please" Jim wanted to be careful "tell us dat story again?"
Old Father was feeling particularly drugged up and fueled by the strange liquid, and the adults around, as always, sighed at the ol' crazy's rantings at the children, filling their head with fluffy nonsense.
Naturally by the time the 'of course I will' and the cheers and the gathering of the children, the adults were already thinking about important things like what to wear tomorrow and what should be for dinner.
"They say the lightning struck twice that night, they say!" Old Father began. "But that's not the half of it! And I don't mean your silly little thoughts and ideas, but REAL lightning boys! And TWICE!" Big letters mean big emphasis "And in the same place."
"They said it was called 'The Search Engine', this monster they created. And it rose large! Rose over the skies and the clouds and even the people in the Arctic could see it, or so people heard later on."
"At first people were scared!" Old Father said, throwing his arms in the air, which confused the children. "What device, said he! What device that can tell us where everything is! Where everything must be!"
The children imagined the great red eyes he'd mentioned in previous stories. The lights that came out from every finger and toe and could burn through your body.
"The heroes of the world, back when we had real heroes.. boy were they angry! They rose up! They said they wanna be paid! They said you canna take our money to fund yours! Boy, did we ever realise they weren't heroes at all!"
"The evil swines, the big ones, the sort of guys you see in your nightmares and ruin your dreams! They say the King of them, the real evil one, his name was.. Simon Cowell!"
The girls latched onto the boys, blood related or otherwise.
"Of course he was controlling it all. Money they say! The strange substance that we used to have. Did nothing but bad, I tells ya. Made demons of the best of us. But you don't wanna hear about that."
"These here men, they said they deserved better! And the MONSTERS rose up! And they took all the money! Boy was that the beginning."
"And they say the imps made them. The imps that children were turning into. They worked their fingers so far down to the bone they were having to eat with their shoulders. Boy they were hard times. Saw too many of the imps tryina feed off the toilets."
They'd all heard of toilets before. It made them feel sick, and a natural 'BLEEEHHH' was sounded by all of the children.
"So the people, they were saying! They revolted! They took up their arms and they beat people to death! All to avoid going to jail, it was lunacy, lunacy I say!"
"But in the end it got us here. It got us back to our stars, and our plants and animals. Now you don't forget that kids, ya'hear? You make sure you stay looking after this here planet and don't be afraid to share yer stuff."
"We will Grampy!" They said, not understanding the question or answer.
The children scattered and went back to playing 'star men' once again.
Intrigued as always, young Jim McGibbin cautiously decided to once again approach the camp fire and ask the adults about the story he loved to hear.
"Grampy?"
"Yea lil' Jim?" Old Father replied, pulling the cork out of a brown bottle of liquid that really shouldn't be left in glass at all.
"Can ya please" Jim wanted to be careful "tell us dat story again?"
Old Father was feeling particularly drugged up and fueled by the strange liquid, and the adults around, as always, sighed at the ol' crazy's rantings at the children, filling their head with fluffy nonsense.
Naturally by the time the 'of course I will' and the cheers and the gathering of the children, the adults were already thinking about important things like what to wear tomorrow and what should be for dinner.
"They say the lightning struck twice that night, they say!" Old Father began. "But that's not the half of it! And I don't mean your silly little thoughts and ideas, but REAL lightning boys! And TWICE!" Big letters mean big emphasis "And in the same place."
"They said it was called 'The Search Engine', this monster they created. And it rose large! Rose over the skies and the clouds and even the people in the Arctic could see it, or so people heard later on."
"At first people were scared!" Old Father said, throwing his arms in the air, which confused the children. "What device, said he! What device that can tell us where everything is! Where everything must be!"
The children imagined the great red eyes he'd mentioned in previous stories. The lights that came out from every finger and toe and could burn through your body.
"The heroes of the world, back when we had real heroes.. boy were they angry! They rose up! They said they wanna be paid! They said you canna take our money to fund yours! Boy, did we ever realise they weren't heroes at all!"
"The evil swines, the big ones, the sort of guys you see in your nightmares and ruin your dreams! They say the King of them, the real evil one, his name was.. Simon Cowell!"
The girls latched onto the boys, blood related or otherwise.
"Of course he was controlling it all. Money they say! The strange substance that we used to have. Did nothing but bad, I tells ya. Made demons of the best of us. But you don't wanna hear about that."
"These here men, they said they deserved better! And the MONSTERS rose up! And they took all the money! Boy was that the beginning."
"And they say the imps made them. The imps that children were turning into. They worked their fingers so far down to the bone they were having to eat with their shoulders. Boy they were hard times. Saw too many of the imps tryina feed off the toilets."
They'd all heard of toilets before. It made them feel sick, and a natural 'BLEEEHHH' was sounded by all of the children.
"So the people, they were saying! They revolted! They took up their arms and they beat people to death! All to avoid going to jail, it was lunacy, lunacy I say!"
"But in the end it got us here. It got us back to our stars, and our plants and animals. Now you don't forget that kids, ya'hear? You make sure you stay looking after this here planet and don't be afraid to share yer stuff."
"We will Grampy!" They said, not understanding the question or answer.
The children scattered and went back to playing 'star men' once again.
well i never knew that google would save our buitiful world that is if people stop LITTERING!i hate people that LITTER i like to go on google a lot but still i just can't belive it I think people do it on PORPUSE not acadint and if i go to the beach people LITTER i want to pick it up so i do and if i go to burger king or dairy queen
or even mc donolds people just throw a perfetct french frie out the window of there car or van and i just hate it then i heard about freeola and on tv it said chat freeola saves the earth and helps you with credit bills and stuff
or even mc donolds people just throw a perfetct french frie out the window of there car or van and i just hate it then i heard about freeola and on tv it said chat freeola saves the earth and helps you with credit bills and stuff
Stars in the night sky and the smell of roasted childhood in the air, Old Father McGibbin slid down to the third log around the camp fire, and the adults smoked what the kids weren't allowed to.
Intrigued as always, young Jim McGibbin cautiously decided to once again approach the camp fire and ask the adults about the story he loved to hear.
"Grampy?"
"Yea lil' Jim?" Old Father replied, pulling the cork out of a brown bottle of liquid that really shouldn't be left in glass at all.
"Can ya please" Jim wanted to be careful "tell us dat story again?"
Old Father was feeling particularly drugged up and fueled by the strange liquid, and the adults around, as always, sighed at the ol' crazy's rantings at the children, filling their head with fluffy nonsense.
Naturally by the time the 'of course I will' and the cheers and the gathering of the children, the adults were already thinking about important things like what to wear tomorrow and what should be for dinner.
"They say the lightning struck twice that night, they say!" Old Father began. "But that's not the half of it! And I don't mean your silly little thoughts and ideas, but REAL lightning boys! And TWICE!" Big letters mean big emphasis "And in the same place."
"They said it was called 'The Search Engine', this monster they created. And it rose large! Rose over the skies and the clouds and even the people in the Arctic could see it, or so people heard later on."
"At first people were scared!" Old Father said, throwing his arms in the air, which confused the children. "What device, said he! What device that can tell us where everything is! Where everything must be!"
The children imagined the great red eyes he'd mentioned in previous stories. The lights that came out from every finger and toe and could burn through your body.
"The heroes of the world, back when we had real heroes.. boy were they angry! They rose up! They said they wanna be paid! They said you canna take our money to fund yours! Boy, did we ever realise they weren't heroes at all!"
"The evil swines, the big ones, the sort of guys you see in your nightmares and ruin your dreams! They say the King of them, the real evil one, his name was.. Simon Cowell!"
The girls latched onto the boys, blood related or otherwise.
"Of course he was controlling it all. Money they say! The strange substance that we used to have. Did nothing but bad, I tells ya. Made demons of the best of us. But you don't wanna hear about that."
"These here men, they said they deserved better! And the MONSTERS rose up! And they took all the money! Boy was that the beginning."
"And they say the imps made them. The imps that children were turning into. They worked their fingers so far down to the bone they were having to eat with their shoulders. Boy they were hard times. Saw too many of the imps tryina feed off the toilets."
They'd all heard of toilets before. It made them feel sick, and a natural 'BLEEEHHH' was sounded by all of the children.
"So the people, they were saying! They revolted! They took up their arms and they beat people to death! All to avoid going to jail, it was lunacy, lunacy I say!"
"But in the end it got us here. It got us back to our stars, and our plants and animals. Now you don't forget that kids, ya'hear? You make sure you stay looking after this here planet and don't be afraid to share yer stuff."
"We will Grampy!" They said, not understanding the question or answer.
The children scattered and went back to playing 'star men' once again.
Intrigued as always, young Jim McGibbin cautiously decided to once again approach the camp fire and ask the adults about the story he loved to hear.
"Grampy?"
"Yea lil' Jim?" Old Father replied, pulling the cork out of a brown bottle of liquid that really shouldn't be left in glass at all.
"Can ya please" Jim wanted to be careful "tell us dat story again?"
Old Father was feeling particularly drugged up and fueled by the strange liquid, and the adults around, as always, sighed at the ol' crazy's rantings at the children, filling their head with fluffy nonsense.
Naturally by the time the 'of course I will' and the cheers and the gathering of the children, the adults were already thinking about important things like what to wear tomorrow and what should be for dinner.
"They say the lightning struck twice that night, they say!" Old Father began. "But that's not the half of it! And I don't mean your silly little thoughts and ideas, but REAL lightning boys! And TWICE!" Big letters mean big emphasis "And in the same place."
"They said it was called 'The Search Engine', this monster they created. And it rose large! Rose over the skies and the clouds and even the people in the Arctic could see it, or so people heard later on."
"At first people were scared!" Old Father said, throwing his arms in the air, which confused the children. "What device, said he! What device that can tell us where everything is! Where everything must be!"
The children imagined the great red eyes he'd mentioned in previous stories. The lights that came out from every finger and toe and could burn through your body.
"The heroes of the world, back when we had real heroes.. boy were they angry! They rose up! They said they wanna be paid! They said you canna take our money to fund yours! Boy, did we ever realise they weren't heroes at all!"
"The evil swines, the big ones, the sort of guys you see in your nightmares and ruin your dreams! They say the King of them, the real evil one, his name was.. Simon Cowell!"
The girls latched onto the boys, blood related or otherwise.
"Of course he was controlling it all. Money they say! The strange substance that we used to have. Did nothing but bad, I tells ya. Made demons of the best of us. But you don't wanna hear about that."
"These here men, they said they deserved better! And the MONSTERS rose up! And they took all the money! Boy was that the beginning."
"And they say the imps made them. The imps that children were turning into. They worked their fingers so far down to the bone they were having to eat with their shoulders. Boy they were hard times. Saw too many of the imps tryina feed off the toilets."
They'd all heard of toilets before. It made them feel sick, and a natural 'BLEEEHHH' was sounded by all of the children.
"So the people, they were saying! They revolted! They took up their arms and they beat people to death! All to avoid going to jail, it was lunacy, lunacy I say!"
"But in the end it got us here. It got us back to our stars, and our plants and animals. Now you don't forget that kids, ya'hear? You make sure you stay looking after this here planet and don't be afraid to share yer stuff."
"We will Grampy!" They said, not understanding the question or answer.
The children scattered and went back to playing 'star men' once again.