Story Time Kids, Gather 'Round

One day, a lobster went patrolling across the eastern seaboard until he became a sharkster. Half shark, half lobster, completely terrifying. Every day the sharkster would volunteer at the soup kitchen and knit scarves for the homeless in Flufflandia.

Then, on an suspicious Tuesday, the sharkster turned back into a lobster, and his insides spontaneously turned into cream cheese. Everyone wanted to hug the delicious cream cheese out of the lobster, but the lobster didn't want to just be known for his cream cheese. He wanted to be known for his selfless actions. So he bungee-jumped off a sofa to cure cancer. Except it didn't. Only the cream cheese inside the lobster could cure cancer and stop the zombie invasion. The lobster devoted years of his life to understanding the cream cheese inside him, and why it had this miraculous property.

He decided the only answer was space. He studied at Harvard for about 12 minutes, just long enough to build a rocketship out of a cardboard box and scotch tape. He flew to the moon, but coated himself in butter so that his cream cheese would remain safe and secure inside of him. He headed towards mars, but a fluffy cow knocked him off his course and he crashed into the sun. Then he became the sun. He became all. All hail our god-king cream cheese lobster.

 

wtf?

 

Holy frikin shiz.
Wtf did i read >.<

 

Spectacular advance in the technology of writing!

 

Someone likes making multiple accounts...

 

Meh, theyre funny though!




...And strange

 

o_O
My face the entire time I read it.

 

Throws wrappers*

BOOOO
I'VE HEARD BETTER FROM PREK

 

@SquishyGrapeCheese @FlakyNoodledLlama @TheAllKnowingWikiLobster
Obviously the same person.

 

But mommy, I thought this was a bedtime story!

 

There was once a conspiracy theorist that had a really bad bellyache because he refused to eat grape cheese.

 

Maybe he just needs some of Our Great Lord's cream cheese.

 

*Activate Patrick Star voice* Once upon a time, there was a person who made three different accounts. They were all so sadist, everybody died! The end.

 

Then, I came back to life and ate some Playdoh.

Anyways, isn't it against the rules to make multiple accounts?

 

*is confoosed*

 

Uh... he could have just gotten a shot to get small portions of the cream cheese out of him.
Then they could cure cancer...
*edit* And stop the zombie invasion.
Without him dying and crashing into the sun.