[Sal the Mudokon]

ok, im goin to write the next part now...or type it errr whatever, here goes

All through the night, Hans, with his vykkerishlyness genius, or gene-ass (it doesnt really matter) decided to make a weapon to destroy the surrounding enemy. It was a long hollow tube that could launch a projectile at the speed of lint! He waited until the paramites were asleep to fire it. Unfortunately, the paramites never fell asleep so he fell asleep in the middle of the night. The next morning, Sven, hungry as a cheerleader at a barmitzfa, decided to grill up some grub. It was about this time that he noticed the small device, leaned agaist the trunk of the tree they were in. "WARNING: MOVES STUFF AT THE SPEED OF LINT" it said on the side of the tube. Next to the tube were some instructions. Sven picked them up and started reading "Speed of Lint: Look in your pockets to see speed of lint and then refer to page 12." Sven looked in his pockets and the lint was already there! "Page 12: yeah! its already there! pretty damn fast, huh!?"
"Wow! It ithz fathst!" said Sven. Then Sven had an evil idea, as he looked down at all the poo's down in pooville. Was it because because his shoes were on to tight? "Hey wait a shzec! WERE I MY ODD-DAMN FEET!?" said Sven in fear. Or was it because his arms were three sizes too short?
"Hey, zatzth like a dithability man!"
Either the case, he would be known as the "Bitch Who Stole Breakfast". Down the tree he crept...


Ever so silent...


Ever so stealth...


Ever so-

"OW! MY ASS!" screamed Sven in pain as the paramite dug its claws into Sven's wrinkly cheeks. "****ING SHIT!" he cried in pain. Lucky for Sven though, the paramites have been known to combust at random to claim a kill. And thus did this little guy.
With a loud 'pop' Sven's ass was free and he was gonna make beacon for everyone... accept for anyone other than himself, of course.
And so, he crept back up the tree and fed the chunks of paramite bacon into the blender of a gadget Hans had been making all night.
It was about this time that Hans woke up, smelling the sweet aroma of the woodland morning. "What the **** is that awful stectch?!" asked Hans.
"Quiet! Bacon...BACON!!!" replied Sven.
"Bout time you learned a trade."
"Thpeaking of trade, iz thzat a glukkon trade ship overhead?"
"HEY, IT IS!" said Hans with glee, still not noticing that Sven's George Forman Grill was realy an extremely dangerous weapon of distruction. But then again, who would realy no the difference anyway?
"We need to send a signal," said Hans.
"HERE'S YER BACON!!!" screamed Sven with an insane glee as he fired the paramite chunks at the ship, quickly obliterating it in a massive explosion that covered the skies in a bright light, leaving the Vykkers standing on a crispy tree at the edge of a crater.


"...Now THAT iz a really well made Grill," said Sven as he wiped the soot from his face, "And to imagine THAT kind of power and IT'THZ A NO THZTICK THURFAZE!" Hans just stood there staring at the scorched planet. Then it started to rain scrab cakes from the destroyed ship.
"Hey, cake!" said Sven as he caught a scrab cake from the sky.
"I think we'd better go," said Hans as he began to get out of the tree. The paramites that had survived were now fighting over scrab cakes and were of no threat. As the pair left the tree it suddenly burst into ashes and fell down.
"I wish Danish were here to enjoy thithz," said Sven, crying and eating a scrab cake.
"Whatever, yeah, but you got that manual to the "grill" didnt you?"
"No, why?"
"We might need it for a fire tonight."
"Hehehe, after I got bit by zthat paramite, I, well, you know, and I needed somezthin to wipe with!"