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“Gather ‘round my children for i have a tale that will blow your mind back to the Neoproterozoic age when-”

“uh grandpa.. you lost your tale in the war, and we don't even know what the Neoproterozoic age is.. we aren't as old as you.”

“shush it child and get me another drink, in need another Physarum on agar brew... Well don't just stand there! Get me one of ‘em! Were was i, ah yes...

It was 341 B.L.R (Before Leptothorax rottenbergii) during the Dynasty HagiMornaisumab II when an evil, foul, funky-smelling dictator came to power its name: XanGourinal.
It, and its army of pink lime toads with red leather boats ravaged through the country side destroying whole fields of crops. They broadened the borders of the onceNorth Dakotan> sized nation to the size of Kuando Kubango. The wrath of XanGourinal and his hungry frogs disturbed the restful village of West Nusa Tenggara, yes, the frogs invaded this very village in which you are seated now at the command of that funky-smelling warlord. They slaughtered our most beloved lemon tree and on its stump they declared West Nusa Tenggara “New Fondinhumer.” The village was shocked. They would ask each other questions; Who and what are these things? Why do they smell like fried bean soup with yellow chilly sauce? Where is the remote? Boomba does Baltov is on. Was there ever and Old Fondinhumer? But nobody knew the answer.
The town was restless, they need answers, the leader of the village, BlaggerSan said he would give the person who found the answers 250 Protoctistas. A young fellow named ChazmingaFoob in the crowd replied saying, “isn't it better if we just kick the stupid frogs out of West Nusa Tenggara?” But the leader said, “NO FOOL!! I WANT ANSWERS! I WANTS THEM NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!.” ChazmingaFoob left with his faithful buddy Chippy.
“We should find those answers!” said Chippy.
“I know, but where could they be?” said ChazmingaFoob.
“hmm... I know!” said Chippy.
“Where?” Said ChazmingaFoob.
“The should be under the couch! i once found a donut there!” said Chippy.
“Duh! its where you lose everything! Under the couch.” Said ChazmingaFoob.
“But which couch? there are tons of couches.” said Chippy.

And sure enough the answers were under the couch. They also found some marbles and different colored rubber bands along with a green lollipop.
Chippy said to ChazmingaFoob “You can have the marbles and the rubber bands as long as i get the lollipop.”
ChazmingaFoob said to Chippy “No. I want the lollipop, you can have the other stuff.”

they argued for a long time about the rights to ownership of the lollipop the rubber bands and the marbles. When they just completed the 3rd and final draft of their contract an evil pink frog jumped from behind a lemon stump and snatched the lollipop from their hands. Chippy and ChazmingaFoob were stunned! They broke into a sprint and cased after the frog yelling “you stupid froggy!! you violated clause 15 in chapter 2!!!!” As they were running their leader BlaggerSan stepped in their way asking “why are you in such a hurry? Still looking for those answers? Muahahaha!”
They replied “No, No, we found your answers... but that frog stole our lollipop and the answers with it!!”
The leader was outraged. he sent every villager to look for the green lollipop but it was no where to be found...
“We shall march on the city of XanGourinal’s throne and take back the lollipop of truth that is rightfully ours!!” the leader roared.
The whole village marched and marched as quickly as they could chanting “beije meu burro, cadela!” over and over. Poor little Chippy couldn't keep up and fell behind.
They surrounded the Fortress.
“What do we do now?” asked BlaggerSan
“We... uh.” answered ChazmingaFoob
They continued surrounding the fortress for hours until a young voice shouted “im bohrten! geben Sie uns zurück das lollipop bereits!” The new chant grew, soon everybody was shouting it. Each syllable shook the castles walls, then a cry rang out...
“SKASE RE MALAKA!!!”
Everybody looked to the top of the tower, it was XanGourinal and he had Chippy with him... He was dangling him of the balcony.
The whole crowed gasped...
“I KEEP THE LOLLIPOP AND YOU KEEP THE CHIPPY!”
The whole crowed shrugged and turned around except for ChazmingaFoob and BlaggerSan.
BlaggerSan wanted the lollipop of truth but ChazmingaFoob wouldn’t let Chippy become a minion of the dark master. He reached into his pocket hopping to find something that an evil super power would want but all he could find where the rubber bands and marbles.
“Damn it!” ChazmingaFoob exclaimed...
“We need the lollipop and there is only one way to get it... let the Chippy go.” said BlaggerSan
“Argg...” moaned ChazmingaFoob “Wait! i got an idea...” he muttered
Chazminga fitted a marble in the rubber band and slung it toward XanGourinal...
“Damn, i missed”
“yeah, you hit your friend” said Blagger
“shut up...”
XanGourinal was confused... “why did he hit the Chippy? Does he not like the Chippy? I need answers?” He tired licking the lollipop of truth hoping for answers to his questions. While he was on his 3rd lick Chazminga loaded another marble and launched it with all his force, it hit XanGourinal right between his beady eyes and sunk deep into his confused funky smelling head. As he fell back he let go of Chippy. Chippy caught on the ledge and looked around for his best options but then he spotted the lollipop but his short stubby arms couldn't reach it... “darn” he thought “i guess i have to go down without it.” When he got to the ground the leader was furious!
“Why didn't you get it? WHY!? AHG!” screamed BlaggerSan
“Don’t worry, we can always get another one” Chippy and Chazminga said in union. “You can find every thing under the couch.”

“well kids... the moral of the story is a good Physarum on agar brew can make a fairly decent tale, is anybody up to getting me another?”
i read the PMing thing after i sent it to you with note sending thing on nutang...
but ill send it with this if you want
i noticed i had some mistakes with the links

“Gather ‘round my children for i have a tale that will blow your mind back to the Neoproterozoic age when-”

“uh grandpa.. you lost your tale in the war, and we don't even know what the Neoproterozoic age is.. we aren't as old as you.”

“shush it child and get me another drink, in need another Physarum on agar brew... Well don't just stand there! Get me one of ‘em! Were was i, ah yes...

It was 341 B.L.R (Before Leptothorax rottenbergii) during the Dynasty HagiMornaisumab II when an evil, foul, funky-smelling dictator came to power its name: XanGourinal.
It, and its army of pink lime toads with red leather boats ravaged through the country side destroying whole fields of crops. They broadened the borders of the once North Dakotan sized nation to the size of Kuando Kubango. The wrath of XanGourinal and his hungry frogs disturbed the restful village of West Nusa Tenggara, yes, the frogs invaded this very village in which you are seated now at the command of that funky-smelling warlord. They slaughtered our most beloved lemon tree and on its stump they declared West Nusa Tenggara “New Fondinhumer.” The village was shocked. They would ask each other questions; Who and what are these things? Why do they smell like fried bean soup with yellow chilly sauce? Where is the remote? Boomba does Baltov is on. Was there ever and Old Fondinhumer? But nobody knew the answer.
The town was restless, they need answers, the leader of the village, BlaggerSan said he would give the person who found the answers 250 Protoctistas. A young fellow named ChazmingaFoob in the crowd replied saying, “isn't it better if we just kick the stupid frogs out of West Nusa Tenggara?” But the leader said, “NO FOOL!! I WANT ANSWERS! I WANTS THEM NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!.” ChazmingaFoob left with his faithful buddy Chippy.
“We should find those answers!” said Chippy.
“I know, but where could they be?” said ChazmingaFoob.
“hmm... I know!” said Chippy.
“Where?” Said ChazmingaFoob.
“The should be under the couch! i once found a donut there!” said Chippy.
“Duh! its where you lose everything! Under the couch.” Said ChazmingaFoob.
“But which couch? there are tons of couches.” said Chippy.

And sure enough the answers were under the couch. They also found some marbles and different colored rubber bands along with a green lollipop.
Chippy said to ChazmingaFoob “You can have the marbles and the rubber bands as long as i get the lollipop.”
ChazmingaFoob said to Chippy “No. I want the lollipop, you can have the other stuff.”

they argued for a long time about the rights to ownership of the lollipop the rubber bands and the marbles. When they just completed the 3rd and final draft of their contract an evil pink frog jumped from behind a lemon stump and snatched the lollipop from their hands. Chippy and ChazmingaFoob were stunned! They broke into a sprint and cased after the frog yelling “you stupid froggy!! you violated clause 15 in chapter 2!!!!” As they were running their leader BlaggerSan stepped in their way asking “why are you in such a hurry? Still looking for those answers? Muahahaha!”
They replied “No, No, we found your answers... but that frog stole our lollipop and the answers with it!!”
The leader was outraged. he sent every villager to look for the green lollipop but it was no where to be found...
“We shall march on the city of XanGourinal’s throne and take back the lollipop of truth that is rightfully ours!!” the leader roared.
The whole village marched and marched as quickly as they could chanting “beije meu burro, cadela!” over and over. Poor little Chippy couldn't keep up and fell behind.
They surrounded the Fortress.
“What do we do now?” asked BlaggerSan
“We... uh.” answered ChazmingaFoob
They continued surrounding the fortress for hours until a young voice shouted “im bohrten! geben Sie uns zurück das lollipop bereits!” The new chant grew, soon everybody was shouting it. Each syllable shook the castles walls, then a cry rang out...
“SKASE RE MALAKA!!!”
Everybody looked to the top of the tower, it was XanGourinal and he had Chippy with him... He was dangling him of the balcony.
The whole crowed gasped...
“I KEEP THE LOLLIPOP AND YOU KEEP THE CHIPPY!”
The whole crowed shrugged and turned around except for ChazmingaFoob and BlaggerSan.
BlaggerSan wanted the lollipop of truth but ChazmingaFoob wouldn’t let Chippy become a minion of the dark master. He reached into his pocket hopping to find something that an evil super power would want but all he could find where the rubber bands and marbles.
“Damn it!” ChazmingaFoob exclaimed...
“We need the lollipop and there is only one way to get it... let the Chippy go.” said BlaggerSan
“Argg...” moaned ChazmingaFoob “Wait! i got an idea...” he muttered
Chazminga fitted a marble in the rubber band and slung it toward XanGourinal...
“Damn, i missed”
“yeah, you hit your friend” said Blagger
“shut up...”
XanGourinal was confused... “why did he hit the Chippy? Does he not like the Chippy? I need answers?” He tired licking the lollipop of truth hoping for answers to his questions. While he was on his 3rd lick Chazminga loaded another marble and launched it with all his force, it hit XanGourinal right between his beady eyes and sunk deep into his confused funky smelling head. As he fell back he let go of Chippy. Chippy caught on the ledge and looked around for his best options but then he spotted the lollipop but his short stubby arms couldn't reach it... “darn” he thought “i guess i have to go down without it.” When he got to the ground the leader was furious!
“Why didn't you get it? WHY!? AHG!” screamed BlaggerSan
“Don’t worry, we can always get another one” Chippy and Chazminga said in union. “You can find every thing under the couch.”

“well kids... the moral of the story is a good Physarum on agar brew can make a fairly decent tale, is anybody up to getting me another?”
“Grampa, your beyond moronic.”