Skilift with Johann
Hotblood doing good
Delivering guts door to door
SQuiggggggdy squigggdy thud thudding thud thudd thudddddddd
Blow the killingm achine
Brain hell
shell bell
67 Tryaout

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“KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK YOU GOTTA BE IN THERE!!!!”  Drums the gut fairie, floating an inch off the ground, a skill drilled into him by rigorous practice and pure will.  “YOUR GUTS ARE HERE UUUUARGHHHHHHUUUUU!” 

“I fancy not your bold prescription!” whispered Peyton Vip through a whispy mustache of repute indeterminate. 

The gut fairie, Funt, knocks through the oak door, grabbing chunks and giant splinters and eating them on his way in.  Every limb of Funt was a lumberjack.  He was a lumberjack gestalt, two chiseled Montreal Jacks’ asses made his chin and he looked great.

“I’M HERE TO EXCITE YOUR GUT!  TEACH A MAN TO SHIT FISH!” 

“Oh oh my my my my my.”  Peyton scurries around back and back, looking for something to hide in.  He chooses a grandfather clock and rides it back to last week. 
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That started from a Judas Priest song DAHHHHHhhHHHHH Doku vase’ ?