The gloomy pizzeria was in the poorest socio-economic entity of the city. It's so...GLOOMY! Nowhere was there pizza that grew on trees. "Why ask for sauce, when you know that it contains no meat, Frank? Your tired eyes tell me that mother didn't tell you about the secret 'sausage.'" Then Lisa burst aflame as GobO_Fire blowtorched everything. "GobO_Fire!" Shouted the angry restaurateur, as he came over to GobO_Fire whilst holding applesauce. Fifty customers stood around waiting as firemen rushed GobO_Fire daintily.
Lord Bun Bun said, "Dogs shalt not not have moderator privileges. Furthermore, only rats may dance around in discolored underwear. SHAZAM!!!" And suddenly her head turned to see GobO_Sapper dousing her with syrup. "Thanks!" She said.
Then, suddenly Lisa, now pregnant, decided on finding a bucket that could contain gallons of pancake batter. Grotesque sounds underneath the table made Lord Bun Bun retch up chunks of dead Equestrians. It was awe-inspiring to behold Equestrian meat spewing forth, gushing magnificently, arching in glorious rainbows of pie. "Ugh, what is this bucket of batter doing in the sink? Why can't Lisa wear something more hygienic? Those suspenders are not very water-repellent or stylish. They're
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