Well, here's the next ever-so-immature (just like we like it) chapter of the Hans, Sven and the Danish that captivated a nation. Enjoy...
Chapter 11
“Why the hell are all thosths Scrabths crapping everywhere?” Sven asked, after wiping Scrab feces from his warty face.
“Well, Sven, according to all the bad things that have happened to us so far, they must be getting scarted shitless from some big, bad-ass mofo-monster guy.” Hans replied, once again confusing his audience.
For a couple seconds, Sven stared blankly at Hans. “Sven, are you okay?”
“Hans... Stop usthing all thoseth big wordths!”
“Sven, I didn’t use any big words.”
“Yes you did! You said stuff like ‘tew’ and ‘Awl’ and ‘Ackoordin.’”
“Sven, stop being a dumbass and let’s get out of here. I don’t want to have an introduction with whatever is scaring all these Scrabs.” Hans and Sven defecatingly... I mean deftly snuck out of Scrab territory. A few hours passed and it was turning to dusk. Hans decided that they should put up camp somewhere. He then sent Sven to find food, which may not have been the best decision. But you have to improvise in situations like these, right? Well, anyway, it had nothing to do with chicken. About 20 minutes after he had left, Sven came back with four handfuls of berries. They appeared bluish and slightly oval shaped. Immediately, the Vykker pair sat down and started eating. With fat guts and seconds of merriment running through their minds, the Vykkers fell asleep.
“Hanths! Hanths wake up, NOW!”
“...No, Sven it’s not supposed to smell like that! Now go back to sleep, ya ass.”
“It’s not that Hanths. It’s... Auuugggghhhh! Ooooooggghh!” Sven made funky noises and caressed his stomach with his hands.
“Sven, stop giving pleasure to your stomach!”
“By the Danish, Hanths, thath’s not funny!”
“Then what is wrong?” Hans was pissed off now, losing sleep to Sven’s diarrhea-distress-call.
“I THINK I LEARNED WHAT MADE THE SCRABTHS CRAP!” After Sven shouted those uneducated words in Hans’s small ear, Hans was also getting indigestion.
“AHHHHHHH!” Yelled Hans. Then the couple darted off in opposite directions behind bushes. After about a half an hour, they both asked each other if there was any toilet paper.
“I guess we’ll justh have to use the leaveths.” said Sven. He thought about the Danish again, and it wouldn’t be the last time.
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