so thirty years in the future kt get lured into a time machine by free bacon that takes her back to the 80s and as she is sitting happily eating her free bacon she meets satan who just happens to take the form of the person she was banging at the time then some gross ness occurs in a shitty lake and somhow her fertilized egg falls out and gestastes at the bottom of the lake in pond scum trash dead bodies and somhow a tadpole is involved then nine months later a baby crawls out this babys name is lance then wolfs find him and raise him for a few weeks then satan comes and gives the wolfs an address to bring the baby too(kts house) BUT wolfs can't read so they took him to the wrong house just up the street then many years later lance sees kt at a concert where she pushes him into the biggest sweatyest guy in the pit who wasent wearing a shirt then two weeks later kt finds lance online and they start hanging out and that was how noun verb was eventually formed
So Lance wrote that without capitalization or any sort of punctuation at all.. but I (KT) find it funny so I'm leaving it for the internet to gawk at. Love you Kiddo.
Many eons ago an idea was formed, a thought so wicked and evil that no one could even speak its name. For years it gestated, rumbling low and dangerous in the earth waiting for the correct vessel to carry it onto the surface of 'gods' [zippity doo da] gray earth. With a crash of lightning and a roll of thunder not unlike one of lances mouth farts known as belches, its eyes were apon us. In that moment, we sat 'round a table dripping with candles, watching a little rubber man make martinis and drink them, Terrified of his awesome power. The idea felt it was time... Time to strike the souls of these defenseless weirdoes and bring out its true power. It spoke in the barely lit room, whispering the joys of its scorn. We shivered with power, a grin crossing our drunken faces.
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That was fucking METAL!!.
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