The Book That We Wrote Together!

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Rank 1: Master: S.K.Inkslinger
Rank 2: Grandad: Shika
Rank 3: Grandma: Bruvton
Rank 4: Dad: Sylvermyst
Rank 5: Mom: Fan
Rank 6: Son: TheThinker
Rank 7: Daughter: hblovecraft
Rank 8: Puppy: Jaymes Micheals
Rank 9: Kitten: NightFalls
Rank 10: Hamster: Swormnight

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"Hey!" Bob shouted at the guy who just shot his friend in the kneecap. A mountain of a man, with eyes glowing like beds of coals, an enormous pair of leathery wings jutting from his back.

"You shot my friend in the kneecap!" Bob stupidly shouted.

"I'm aware of that," said the man under his breath.

"What the hell did you do that for?" Bob thought for a moment. "Hell! Is that where you come from?"

"The realms of your father, Bobbarantium, son of Borantus. I am here to take you away." The giant growled in a thunderous voice, his broad lips parting menacingly. "Back to where you belong"

"Me! You want to take me back with you to Hell? I think you've got the wrong Bob here!" He backed away, putting a bit more distance between himself and that mountainous and threatening creature.

His friend, writhing on the ground in pain, shouted, "Hold on, hold on... I think someone's breaking a rule here somewhere."

"I shall be the one to take him!" Bob's friend howled in a voice unlike that of a man. Obsidian scales erupted all over his body, and his eyes became dark slits, like that of a reptile.

Bob looked over at his friend. He felt a warm yellow liquid flow through his pants. Now not only was he scared, but he was also embarrassed.

Bob is really deranged like the bloke who shot his friend in the kneecap (wrote arm, but I changed it).

"Die!"

"Run"

That was what no one ever imploded in the banana basket.

Ben owns a cat whose fur was exploding spider limbs every Tuesday morning. This caused the neighbors to die in mounds of manure outside the gates. Meanwhile, purple orphans gave Bruvton 1 million dollars because he ate someone's gorilla, named Frank. Figuratively, they organized Harambe's death with the help of George Bush's spies and penguins.

Then they discovered Canada.

Therefore, the maple country had lots of gorillas growing from people's left arm. Godzillas now belong nowhere near hamsters with lasers.

"I am Kong the King and I eat pizzas! Mom's spaghetti tastes kinda weird despite the addition of white kunguats and bananas." Nonetheless if Timothy was going to slowly die, his knees weak and his arms spaghetti, then let there be vomit on his spaghetti (I fixed this part a bit because it made no sense). Growing into absolutely the Flying Spaghetti monster made out of mom's spaghetti.

Whose idea is it to implode seven marsupials for mutant ninja tortoises.

Doge ate moon moon's pineapple Why? Because he felt like it. One day, Cates blew up with the doges' books, and suddenly, they discovered the secret banana flavored guano.

"Muy delicioso!" said their human who found a cave full of potatoes mixed banana and goat liver sandwiches.

Salmonella steaks are boiled with chefs and salami flavored pudding atop lava.

"I will shoot these sandwiches out of the grasping pectoral muscles of the giant sandwich eating lots of spaghetti in a hot tub of porridge!" said the purple-faced chimera that lives under the ancient wardrobe with a hippo. Harambe suddenly came in, riding the indominus rex while shooting cotton candy guns at the flying pigs. The pugs were now rainbow colored (I added colored).

"Rainbow Cotton Candy Pigs!" said Harambe.

"OMNOMNOM" was all that was heard as he ate them.

Then, the zookeepers saw Harambe, pulled out his gun and shot him repetitively in the gut.

"Nooooo!" the children’s cried in exasperation. "Whose idea is it to shoot Harambe In the gut with mom's spaghetti machine?"

"Kittens, dogs and kangaroos," said the zookeeper. (I added this part)

The heat was getting hot up in this joint that Harambe's mom was having. Pepe the frog was dancing to "Never Gonna Give You Up".

The beat was fitting like socks Pepe wears for Christmas, but not Easter.

Bad luck Brian, who (I added this) played the roulette wheel at Vegas, sold all his things, and ran like a lunatic, to the world's end.