Better Do Some MAU5KEEPIN

Once upon a bicycle, I walked around my neighbourhood without a bicycle and thought to continue my career in pastamaking. I developed stories of religious importance to the great ginger in the sky, and important to human safety. To not play into the hands of the weird demones, I warned humanity at what cost? They wouldn’t listen.

I published my new pasta and returned home to tend to my mau5. I went into my room to laptop and watch YouTube without data usage. I looked at my plethora of stories and saw but two missing. One was mean but the other was the newest addition. I looked through search for them while petting my mau5 and it mysteriously died as I clicked the link to my newest story. MAU5KEEPIN, the soul of the mau5 entered the computer and I turned around to my now open door and heard the sound blim blam blim blam but didn’t see the yellow cheese dude but still blim blam blim blam, I screamed and jumped out the window and died.

But that wasn’t the end

Of me that is.

I woke up in empty space and saw a ginger with the present power of mostnipotence. He told me ‘Better do some MAU5KEEPIN’ and I revived on earth.

Then the dead mau5 was kept in a box and the scary thing was that the mau5 was the thing doing MAU5KEEPIN BECAUSE IT KEPT ITSELF FOR MARRIAGE, I THEN JUST KEPT THE MAU5 AS A SIGN FROM THE POWERFUL GINGER DUDE. BETTER DO SOME MAU5KEEPIN. Blim blam blim blam, oh no, he’s back, blim blam.

Blim blam

Blim

Blam

And then the Blim Blam appeared and I died.