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(the story so far)

There once was a poor little black child who wanted to be Karl Marx, but he had a capitalist father and a mother who homebrewed. She was an extract brewer who loved the smell of yeast farts and gathered taint yeast. One afternoon they went for a walk because dad had caught fire and the fire department were drinking commercial swill and failed to hear the strident call of "we don't need no Stinkin' Badges, Gringo, ayecarumba... anyone got some gas for my horseless carriage?" We extinguished dad with high proof rum but the rum caught fire, too. We didn't know which way he ran, but it looked like he went flying over the car and went skipping merrily on his fiery way. Mom however poked the plumber's ass with the GINORMOUS end of a radioactive isotope. He mutated into a hippopotamus and stomped off. Back at the brewery, the hippo came back, having eaten all the radioactive isotopes. So, he too had passed the fiery dad while charging toward the brewery. Mom didn't know what to bring out first, the fire extinguisher, cold one, or the KY jelly. So Mr. Flibble said, "Esperiotendotenrotenbotenskoten-Barachacha" casting his spell but since magic isn't the answer to anything
 
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