Post by RoC Lee Morrison on Apr 8, 2016 1:51:29 GMT
Sprawling in the darkness, partially hidden in the shadows with his cape draped across his shoulders, The Masked Moron broods and grunts as he observes the graffiti on the walls.
PLIP! PLOP!
The Masked Moron exhales with a sigh of contentment as he has finally expunged the source of his discomfort from his bowels. It was then he reached out and discovered that disaster has struck! THAT THERE IS NO TOILET PAPER! The resounding echo of impending doom starts to play inside his head! How can that be? It must be a plot devised by a dastardly villain to keep him trapped inside the dark and rank cubicle. The question now is who could it be? Who could be responsible for removing the soft white roll of three-ply heaven? The Masked Moron starts to go through the names of every villain he has ever fought. Of course, it never dawned upon him that he just forgot to check for toilet paper when he decided to use the cubicle... Why?
The answer is quite simple, it's because he is quite simply a MORON!
It was then it dawned upon The Masked Moron that maybe he had something inside his trusty utility belt that could help him out of his perceived villainous trap. No! Justice cannot be stopped! Justice cannot be hindered! Justice will prevail!
The Masked Moron: "AHA~!"
The Masked Moron screams out triumphantly as he finally found some paper inside his utility belt! With this he shall finally escape this dastardly trap set upon him by his imaginary foe! Unfortunately, one small thing escaped The Masked Moron's attention... That the paper he was using to clean his soiled undercarriage has the grit number of 240.
The Masked Moron: "GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~!"
The screams of agony accompanied by the sound of shredding flesh coming from the lone cubicle in a dimly lit corner of the restroom in the GOL building would soon bear fruit to the beginnings of a new urban legend but THAT is another story. Until then, tune in next month, same moronic time, same moronic channel!
PLIP! PLOP!
The Masked Moron exhales with a sigh of contentment as he has finally expunged the source of his discomfort from his bowels. It was then he reached out and discovered that disaster has struck! THAT THERE IS NO TOILET PAPER! The resounding echo of impending doom starts to play inside his head! How can that be? It must be a plot devised by a dastardly villain to keep him trapped inside the dark and rank cubicle. The question now is who could it be? Who could be responsible for removing the soft white roll of three-ply heaven? The Masked Moron starts to go through the names of every villain he has ever fought. Of course, it never dawned upon him that he just forgot to check for toilet paper when he decided to use the cubicle... Why?
The answer is quite simple, it's because he is quite simply a MORON!
It was then it dawned upon The Masked Moron that maybe he had something inside his trusty utility belt that could help him out of his perceived villainous trap. No! Justice cannot be stopped! Justice cannot be hindered! Justice will prevail!
The Masked Moron: "AHA~!"
The Masked Moron screams out triumphantly as he finally found some paper inside his utility belt! With this he shall finally escape this dastardly trap set upon him by his imaginary foe! Unfortunately, one small thing escaped The Masked Moron's attention... That the paper he was using to clean his soiled undercarriage has the grit number of 240.
The Masked Moron: "GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~!"
The screams of agony accompanied by the sound of shredding flesh coming from the lone cubicle in a dimly lit corner of the restroom in the GOL building would soon bear fruit to the beginnings of a new urban legend but THAT is another story. Until then, tune in next month, same moronic time, same moronic channel!