OWAATS 1

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnival

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque

((Not exactly following the rules, but I had to add to that word for Gustar's sake.))

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic


((I forgive you, Sarika. But can you forgive me?))

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic behaviour

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic behaviour.

Aerianides

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic behaviour.

Aerianides pondered

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic behaviour.

Aerianides pondered whether

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic behaviour.

Aerianides pondered whether the

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic behaviour.

Aerianides pondered whether the rabbits

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic behaviour.

Aerianides pondered whether the rabbits knew

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic behaviour.

Aerianides pondered whether the rabbits knew how

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic behaviour.

Aerianides pondered whether the rabbits knew how to

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic behaviour.

Aerianides pondered whether the rabbits knew how to properly

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic behaviour.

Aerianides pondered whether the rabbits knew how to properly masticate

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic behaviour.

Aerianides pondered whether the rabbits knew how to properly masticate and

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic behaviour.

Aerianides pondered whether the rabbits knew how to properly masticate and schemed

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic behaviour.

Aerianides pondered whether the rabbits knew how to properly masticate and schemed slyly

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic behaviour.

Aerianides pondered whether the rabbits knew how to properly masticate and schemed slyly. "Perhaps

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic behaviour.

Aerianides pondered whether the rabbits knew how to properly masticate and schemed slyly. "Perhaps we

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic behaviour.

Aerianides pondered whether the rabbits knew how to properly masticate and schemed slyly. "Perhaps we, the

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic behaviour.

Aerianides pondered whether the rabbits knew how to properly masticate and schemed slyly. "Perhaps we, the famed

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic behaviour.

Aerianides pondered whether the rabbits knew how to properly masticate and schemed slyly. "Perhaps we, the famed 'Aeriandes!',

Once there was a man named Aerianides Chanu Lordington-Extreme who loved being a man. One day while prancing o'er th'r fields he stopped and found millions of trilobites. "AHHHHHHHH" yelped the valiant man. "Never again will I scream," he screamed. Angrily, he opened a carriage door and found two dwarves drinking vodka and schnapps.
"Schnapps?!" screamed Aerianides, "How dare those tiny dwarves drink schnapps?" He grabbed at the dwarves, spitting vile liquids and secreting puss. Contrary to popular expectations, dwarves don't deserve delicious drinks. In fact, they deserve only putrid death.
"Die!" the godly, hysterical xenophobe screamed. He reached into the pocket of his trousers, twitched uncontrollably, and withdrew a petticoat to unmask the beautiful Dwarves. They laughed haughtily at him, pointing in his haughty face haughtily.
"You will first!" Aerianides screamed. Taking the schnapps selfishly for the gremlins, he shoveled the unholy liquid into his gaping, screaming maw. "But what will become of all my magnificent children?!"
"Their souls will be cast upon my flesh and vanquished!" screamed dwarfkind into the night. They simultaneously achieved dwarven ascendancy, much to surprise the godly, screaming Aerianides. Although 'ascendancy' insinuated 'better', schnapps-poor bunnies proved their omnipresent omniscience by routing young'ns' Pogs and bogs of power to the screaming girls. They savagely nibbled the remains left behind from the carnivalesque ludic behaviour.

Aerianides pondered whether the rabbits knew how to properly masticate and schemed slyly. "Perhaps we, the famed 'Aeriandes!', can