Once I was tracking the evil orc named bob, when I came across an inn. Bob the orc was a pillager. He pillaged. And my mom received the other end of the pillaging pillager. The pillaging pillager named Bob the Pillager stole, or rather pillaged, my mom's pies. She was hulk angry. She jumped on four orcs, instantly killing them, then charged toward Bob the Pillaging Pillager who Pillages a lot of Pillaged pies.
"Die, Bob the Pillaging Pillager who Pillages a lot of Pillaged pies!" My mother screamed. I know, I know, really creative. But before she could get a belly killing stroke at Bob...yes, just Bob. One of his pillaging orc men that worked for Bob the Pillaging Pillager who Pillages a lot of Pillaged pies, poked her belly with a stick, making her instantly fall unconscious. So there I was, tracking the one named Bob. But then I smelled the scent of fresh cookies. Had Bob Pillaged cookies too? But it was not Bob, it was... this inn. It was called the awesome tasting cookies pub. I had to have it. But wait! What about my mom's pillaged pies that were pillaged by Bob the Pillaging Pillager who Pillaged a lot of Pillaged pies? The pies can wait, I decided. To the cookies! I threatened the bartender that if he didn't give me all the cookies he had, I would sit on him. And he would've regretted that with all his squished intestines. So I was given the cookies. They were fresh out of the oven, my favorite type. And then the glorious moment came, I sunk my teeth into the delicious goodness. It was...Delicious goodness. The softness erupted in chocolatey flavor in my mouth. I then grabbed a barrel of milk, and drank it down. It was good milk too. I pored my platter of six hundred thousand cookies into all the barrels of milk. I then jugged it all down and went to bed, satisfied with a good meal.749Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0rGV4n2oGu
The next morning was when the big temptation started. Should I go on my way, or should I live here and eat all the best cookies in the world. You know what? I thought, I'll leave Bob the Pillaging Pillager who pillages a lot of Pillaged pies to his Pillaging.
"Do you have any chocolatey chip pies?" I asked the bartender.
"No." He replied.
"Well if your intestines don't want to be squashed I suggest that you make some." I threatened. Then, after I got the pies, I delivered the pies to my mom. Then I went to live at the The Awesome tasting cookies pub! And live there forever!
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