Winter was coming. A mood of stale
grimness descended on Bubbas Castle. Flygirl and Ma were at a loss,
and BB himself was lost in broken parallax of indecision. The firing
pathways of Bbs neural networks had plasticized into dead-ends and
spiraling loops of biblical salvation and fake news. WhiteVille
scrambled to scrape together gritty kernels of projection-spears to
fuel their perpetual state of ceaseless resentment, and with their
eyes glued to Sonics social media, it became clear that the minions
needed to push longer and clench harder than ever to before.
Recently, it became evident to the minions that 11-dimensional
scarring in quantum mechanical sand-castle formation triggered from
cell memory of Operation Asshole in Starvingrad. They clinged on
tight in an attempt to drill the scarring into a deeper state of
dissonance, hoping to destabilize the configuration into an crackling
energy fracture to sever His activation energy and maintain the
indefatigable lifelessness of the eternal E8 Pre-Universe system...
but, like always, the WAAAGs failed to realize that neither they nor
their dark machinations held sovereignty over Cosmic Vitellogenesis:
the sacred electrochemical formation
of all symmetrical scaffolding responsible for our origins .
In
aggitation, Team Uranus drove around in shodden vehicles of faded
reds and whites coated in months of dried mud and smoke tailing
around in whirlwinds to d&c Sonic's though process into
nightmares of Soviet terror tanks and Stalin's genocidal mania.They
screeched around Whitetopia, planning carefully their departure to
coincide with Sonic's gps'd location pinpointed using decaying
mercury tracer implants in his teeth. Their smart-phone powered heart
monitoring apps were conditioned to ping rises in instability,
leading to fragmentation of the magnetic field around Sonic's heart.
Ma, BB, and flygirl took off the night before, meeting after meeting,
sifting and scouring for deeper and deeper kernels of unflushed
detritus to further 'democratize' the situation. Starving Sonic out
had been about as effective as the holodomor. The posts about
starving families and children would normally be demoralizing and
effective against any sympathetic entity, but luckily the minions
were hopped up on selecive estrogen receptor modulators to inhibit
all functions of emotion, guilt or sympathy. They were one step away
from cracking Sonic's anti-Jesus mechanism, and with this revelation
would to be achieved the ultimate uninstillation of all vaginal
sorcery.
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