Ripped & Corrected By mstoll
Hee hee hee hee.
Oh, man, these things are gonna make me rich.
It's like a big Yarmulke for the tummy.
Mm.
I think I'll keep this one for myself.
Hoyt coiture! Hmm.
Nice.
Ooh, little roomy. When did that happen?
I am wasting away.
I should probably go polish off that cheesecake in the fridge.
Hmm.
Oh.
Now, what are you guys up to?
Ah, here's my man, Gunter.
You're hanging with a bad crowd, Goontz.
All right, guys, just let me rescue my cheesecake
and my Goontz.
Come on.
Oh, there you are.
A little Gunter, a little cheesecake...
and a little fork.
You know what, Goonty?
I am gonna take my time with this delicious cake.
Take it real slow.
Mmm.
Oh, getting full.
All right, maybe just another teeny corner.
Mmm.
What's wrong, Gunter?
Does Gunter want some cheesecake, too?
No.
Cheesecake is not for penguins, silly Gunter.
No, no.
You win this round, Mr. Cheesecake.
I'll just clean up a few crumbs and leave the rest for tomorrow.
I've had enough for one day.
Gunter!
Oh, my little pal.
Gunter, I love...
That's so true.
I am the prettiest one here.
Come on, Number 5!
Five on Number 5 to win! I feel lucky!
Come on, Number 5!
What?
I've got a lot of money riding on you to win, you jerk!
Come on, you slug!
Ugly, dumb walrus!
Aah!
What did I do to deserve this?
Gunter! Gunter, help!
I'm your guest of honor!
Gunter, help!
I'm a Princess, dummy! Get your mouth off me!
Gunter.
Don't touch my stomach.
Ahhhh.
The signal! The signal!
We haven't had a communication from Orgalorg
in thousands of years!
He must be mad at us! Everybody kneel!
Better do as he says, kids.
Mommy, who's Orgalorg?
Oh, well, uh...
um... to be honest, we thought he was just a myth
our stupid grandparents told us
so we wouldn't make out.
Yes. And you should have listened.
The elders.
Yes, the elders.
The elders!
We told you Orgalorg is real and horrifying.
But nobody would listen.
You all just wanted to make out.
Uh, well, we're listening now.
After you had kids and they didn't want to listen to you,
how did that make you feel?
- Terrible. - Exactly.
Anyway, so, make-outs.
- Orgalorg. - Oh. Orgalorg.
Orgalorg is an ancient cosmic entity
who ruled the solar system with his cruel and deadly whims.
The breaker of worlds.
He was seeking ever more power.
He desired to intercept a catalyst comet
and absorb its essence.
Thereby did he offend the King of Mars,
who decreed that Orgalorg should be cast down.
And yes, he was cast down
by the flaming sword of Grob Gob Glob Grod.
Orgalorg was banished to an inhospitable planet,
where he would forget everything.
Yea, even forget his identity and from whence he came.
And the prophets say that the gravity of the planet
did crush and compress Orgalorg
into a more powerless and cuddlesome form.
Ooh!
But now he's back, and whose fault is that?
Make-outs.
Behold! It is he!
Orgalorg reaches out from the void!
Huh?
Gunter?
Gunter!
That's a bad boy, Gunter.
You wrecked daddy's stuff again.
Son, your stuffing's peeking out.
Okay, Gunter, let's just...
Boop. Beep.
Bip. Bop.
And a bandage.
See?
You're practically back to normal, my little Goontz.
Here, take a look for yourself.
Not bad, eh, Goonty?
Not bad at all.
This party is so crazy!
Ripped & Corrected By mstoll