Stories From The Head

The Ultimate Room Gonzo longed for one thing, and one thing only: To relive his youth. He gathered his eight (8) childhood friends; Zpåt, Dåjåjåing, Bruho, Ameriza, Flamp, Huhuhu and Gråps. (His eight friend, Måldesvin, didn’t want his name on print in this story, and as a professional dwarf, I respect that). Together they made their way towards Gonzo’s hometown, Nildervik. At the border, the nine friends (remember, Måldesvin is part of the group, but I am NOT writing his name) were greeted by Høna, the leader of the border patrol. “Hello Gonzo, Zpåt, Dåjåjåing, Bruho, Ameriza, Flamp, Huhuhu, Gråps and *********. How are you?” The nine friends had elected Ameriza as today’s spokesperson, so Huhuhu told Høna that they were quite all right. “The purpose of your visit?” Høna tried to keep a formal tone, but everyone knew he had been caught in the act of fucking a human being, so nobody respected him. “Reliving Gonzo’s youth” Huhuhu whispered. “Ah” said Høna. “So you have not come here seeking “The Ultimate Room”?” They all looked down. Gonzo looked at Bruho, Ameriza looked at Dåjåjåing, who looked at Flamp, who was irritatingly busy looking at Zpåt. Zpåt took one look at Huhuhu, but decided to check out *********, who stared intensely at Gråps’ ass. Huhuhu detonated his smoke bomb, and screamed “Who cares, humanfucker?”, and they all ran to the nearest hotel. Their room was quite fancy, and Gonzo immediately started devouring his eight friends. The only one who put up a fight was *********, but Gonzo had no problems overcoming him. Huhuhu looked at the room in which he was being eaten, and he knew it: IT WAS “THE ULTIMATE ROOM”. Now, you might be thinking where Høna was in the course of this cannibalistic séance? OUT FUCKING HUMANS, OF COURSE. As Gonzo stood in “The Ultimate Room” consuming what was left of Ameriza’s brain, he whispered out loud to himself; “Ahhhhh...just like old times. Just like old times...”...

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