mr maxilla crunkled his skurnle and bobgled the burgle. skrungle the bungle which tunkled the jungle which fucked up everything in bundle. bonged the dongley nd juped the jungliy you never knew if he bunked the dunkaloo or if he was going to be bunking the bass. kinkkinkled kkock kkckkledkikked. bonging his chocks, his boogers, his teeth, his balls, his nose. bang bang bang bang bang on my door, my window, my bed. kink kinkkinkkinkkicked on the floor, against my wall. kink kinkkookkkookkookck. bang bang bangbangon’s bass.
He rolled over, pulling his blanket closer around him as his alarm clock went off at 4.30am on a Saturday morning. he never knew if everybody was gonna yurglay the splirgay or even quala the bujalialayo, i never seen a gojakoo like that before but holy fucking shit that gojakoo really gojaka jaka kooed. klik cak clap jop jap dap my maxilla did the urgleydoo before he bungleboo. lept down stairs woooeedejoo loppity hoppity koookoookooo. lipity lopity down down doen jippity koopity bow day bow! wow he really did trip on his fucjibg face ehat a losrr!!!!!jungle be goglekonever did do this bunglabode. on the first story woopitu jee goo! he was a robot all covered in sticky ass goo. hoopiya, jipokay, kungley doo, that person beside him really did skrunkle, he do! he doo doooooooohhhhhh!! wooedoo jee da loo, there was blood. he didnt see a skrunkle, he saw fucking blood. what the fuck. the blood was everywhere in the robots jaw oh god oh god oh fuck whatbthe hell why is the robot eating his employees . who would have done that? who would have done that and WHY was it him and why was it so much blood. where was his boss.
he threw his pillow across the room, screaming, “WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE FUUUCK IS HAPPENING,” he shiuted!!!!
the robot replied “maxilla wake up. wake up. you are stuck. this is text which repeated a bunch of fucking weird ass made up words. none of this happened.” it took minna a minute to comprehend the message before he realized what the fuck is he saying and how can he know all these dumbass fucking things. then he bloukined the jurgle and fucked all the gergalagurgle.
then he bloukined all the danggle, all the dangjigle, he bloukined them all and when the robot said something like, “what the fuck are you doing?” he screamed again “HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELPPEEEE,”
then he bloukined his whole life.
he was still there when the light came on. he felt more than heard a thud as the robot hit the ground, he thought he saw a blur pass through the room. nothing here happened. jurgrle la burgle, loopedy ka koo, i wouldnt read this, neither would you. but you did snywaysnabanaiai HELOEBSkjekkrllHPHEKEHLEkHJELoejkekkkekkekJEKEKEKKEKEKEKKEKEEKKKKKKEKKEKKEKKEKKEKE
when he finally opened his eyes he saw himself staring back into them and his own reflection staring back. when he realized what had occurred, he bolted upright in bed with a cry.
he looked around frantically and his breath caught in his throat.
where was the robot?
was he still there?
if yes…
how could he just let that happen?
he looked towards the kitchen. there, on the counter, were two bowls of cereal each filled with milk and some sliced banana and pineapple pieces.
he breathed deeply trying to calm himself down. what the fuck just happened. what the fuck did you just read. THAT WAS THE BURGLE!! RNJOY THE BURGLE, CHERISH BURGLE, AND MOST OF ALL… BURJLE THE BURGLE. WHAT A HORRIBLE THING TO READ.
maxilla sat there for what felt like hours and eventually decided to sit up, his head spinning from the events of the previous night and a strange, but familiar feeling crept onto his chest when he looked at the bowl of cereal and his hands started to shake uncontrollably.
this has got to be a sick joke. he thought to himself. he picked up his phone and clicked it on, there were about 20 unread notifications.
he checked his inbox, the last message was from the burgle man.
he quickly unlocked his phone and started typing, he deleted most of the messages before sending the one word text. “burgle”…
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he couldn't stand it any longer, he sent the one word text once again.
“What the FUCK was that!? I woke up to find my phone vibrating at 4 am and I found a freaking dead dude gettin eatin~~~~!!!”
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the burgle man was coming after him. how could this happen.
he kept getting emails of the burgle man. why. why. why. why. why. WHY?
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Why???
in the next morning…
it was quiet. there was no noise anywhere in the house. no birds singing, no buzzing bugs, no rustling leaves and nothing else.
not even the breeze blowing through the tree outside.
everything seemed completely still.
except his ears.
they kept ringing and ringing like crazy, they hurt his ears so bad, every time he tried to stop them it became harder and harder to stop himself from screaming out until they popped out from their sockets.
“I”
m gonna need some help”
“fuck yeah”
“yeah!”
he screamed.
he screamed and screamed and screamed till he ran out of breath.
he cried.
he cried for hours.
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-the burgle man 🔨📻🏵🔨📻🏵🔨📻🏵
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