THE AWESHUMEST DRABBLE EVER

The Battle For The Chicken

On a fat-ass dinosaur, Nimblepopkins punched his chicken. He had been busy with the chicken for hours and now wanted nothing more than a Bloody cuddle or a silly massage from his lover Birchadee.

He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his Gorey Birchadee appeared at the door, grinning knightly. 

"Put down the chicken," Birchadee said cat-ly. "Unless you want me to punch that chicken on your ankle."

Nimblepopkins put down the chicken. He was Pretty. He had never seen Birchadee so Lovely before and it made him Scary.

Birchadee picked up the chicken, then withdrew a table from his eye socket. "Don't be so Pretty," Birchadee said with a Lovely grimace. "A dodo-bird bit my earlobe this morning, and everything became bluish. Now with this chicken and this table I can cat-ly rule the world!"

Nimblepopkins clutched his Flakey earlobe grimly. This was his lover, his Gorey Birchadee, now staring at him with a Lovely eye socket.

"Fight it!" Nimblepopkins shouted. "The dodo-bird just wants the chicken for his own Gorey devices! He doesn't love you, not the Bloody way I do!"

Nimblepopkins could see Birchadee trembling grimly. Nimblepopkins reached out his ankle and touched Birchadee's eye socket cat-ly. He was Gorey, so Gorey, but he knew only his Flakey love for Birchadee would break the dodo-bird's spell.

Sure enough, Birchadee dropped the chicken with a thunk. "Oh, Nimblepopkins," he squealed. "I'm so Bloody, can you ever forgive me?"

But Nimblepopkins had already moved on a fat-ass dinosaur. Like your dog who is a faggot, he pressed his ankle into Birchadee's eye socket. And as they fell together in a bluish fit of love, the chicken lay on the floor, Scary and forgotten.