1: Sam Ascending

william's inner child became very wet before the idiot felt the squirrel. then, no one performed a mathematical symphony.

since it was english, william's cup seemed very uninteresting even though earlier stacy kept feeling it with her mind.

the super special fish was unable to kneel before god. hence, neville's ratios became very calm before finally dying to work.

work was loving and kind for neville. his affliction made it so that whenever he lived he looked stern, but not so little as he did when his lover, Jocasta-X3, came by to reinforce his defenses.

Jocasta-X3 enlarged william's prostate for neville, which made william contagious, as he was hunting bacon for his own demon, claire, and also me. neville's actions crushed his ham and william. his sense of smell before dawn was broken.

neville engaged a repairman to destroy his stockpile, which only made noise. while william wept, everyone sailed to a new bakery and gathered snakes for pigs but not then or now. the defenses were now fortified with meat and ready for pigs.

neville was opting out of the package before it could grow hair. nothing could heavily console doomer. he was unleashed and never stretched again . before Jocasta-X3 could hover, neville had serious diaper rash before saving fruits and destroying coupons. the repairman was prepared to weep at last.

all this sleeping allowed william to cry in his mind. the pigs he hid had been inflated for years. but just before the night the whole brood came flying into the under-brush and neville carried william in the basket. the stockpile continued to wither while the repairman and Jocosta-X3 became entangled until the rise of sam.

the very instant william was absorbed by a sudden giraffe. claire had surrendered his oven and buried five frenchmen . the trumpeteer regained his puppet, and neville crafted pigs until carrots destroyed sam's unhealthy cat. sam's lap shocked onlookers and grew so much that time sucked for a millenium. thus, Jocasta-X3 was never attached to her torso, never to be liked or hungry.

this discovery gave sam a rigid philosophy, and he thought, "why don't i retrieve all my cards so that I can float longer." william somehow heard this and remrked, "your clip is soooo wide you must not." the pigs aimed while the cats fired and painted the coalition they engendered. what??? Yes!

those morbid cats. butter and toffee never make it. noting this, crunk excalimed: "scratch now!" sam slept behind and sniffed the pit without recording. "never! you sniff never!." williiam's account lay on the grit with nary a throat to be consumed. Jocasta-X3 returned, but soon died.

"release our fat!" cried a cod, but noone will because of the catlike pig left to drink. neville dreamed roughly for a feast and thought, "my how my fresh is william today. i think i'll trade that robot for offal." what bad thoughts have won. my sam!!!

sam's fat never materialized. "i ache. I bathe not!" he pretends to bathe. madness withstood and lasted for atleast never. "will plungers take longer to deliver?" never from PML ( Plungers Make Lovers). sam shat.

nevill and william's disease for life caused them to bathe for a really non - time. this in turn under enabled sam to mutter, "why bath ? am i clean? i bathe! someone clean your bath!!!"

"Sand!" Jocasta-X3 was goat-like, despite carving punmpkins until death. "dead! You are me!" she cried. "william! gravity never falls always." sam's jetpack was leaving chinamen broken and moody. neville, set time back to 1972 and was deliberately dropping acid .

this reloaded sam who accused william and Jocasta-X3 of sanding while he slept and cried. sam gripped his wheel again in the rush for all the grain in the store. upon realizing this, he sold his map and sobbed. "gravy."

"upon my failure will everyone get lost forever and grieve-" sam's bucket was dripping again, and r usted shut without giving life. "never, give gravy another chance." sleeping each creamy month without gravy.


all the weeping led neville again to death with all his dead in his mind. "election," he yelped again and again, "finish." william was now afeared of deconstructed neville who reviled sam because of claire's nakedness of body. the nakedness was all clothed when sam amazed and rebuked everyone. willam remarked, "that will surely begin their beginning for gravy time follows."

gravy seeped into the night. against good goats and heaven, the cats spoke. from under the thunder came the pudding and hermes the hermaphrodite. "invading mud!" cried hermes. "you two will crunch never!" sam's broken sack never squeezed him unto life but unto death and crabs . "sam, you gloomy and dead!" said william. "gomez kept my strap forever!" hence, william's microphone shaped wheelwell was shattered.

the delicious pieces of william's saw lay heaving heavily right in front of the repairman's wheel where the thundercats ate. this was an apt sign for the traveller, jim, who travelled by mouse through japan but not without undue moaning. the gravy had escaped and was headed home again for neville.

prisoners ate a fistful of yellow paper and gravy for 14 months. william's ringowrm was found sauteed and dead. "I don't know about revenge!" cried jim. "William will find my home fascinating. I need some oil." Gravy lurked downward but somehow sideways. Night fell on down home and pushed jim aside forever.

in hindsight, it was disagreeable of william to understand that gravy would ever inhibit cats, but the gravy just closed around him. this pleased neville, but he wept. "Keep my gravy birds all aboard!" jim said. "gravy flag," replied neville, and they traded their gravy for bacon.

as the cinnamon burned, the stockbroker gave thanks again. "remove mustard!" "sandwich!" sobbed neville. those buns burned forever. they wished never. Jim returned his vidoes late, but was kneedeep in pork sausage by Jocasta-X3, who loved sausage through death.


neville sobbed by the computer all night. "is this why my gravy enveloped my bacon?" thought william who returned food things the night before with sam's sausage and Jocasta-X3. the sausage, bacon and gravy had formed a perverse stench. most thought that sam would repair everyone's gravy for eternity, but sam's bacon had grown for three wretched days and more.


again, the puffy discouraged bacon fell under a spell. "i will spell words correctly, though not in outer space!" exclaimed william. "never." the bastard children of sam cursed but had not hugged. william's odor characterized the night and neville, but not for too long. "i will." replied grandma.

grandma grew perverse for william and the town sausage peddler of the baconmaster. all of this could have been trod underfoot if it wasn't for the useful destruction of the repairman who repaired sausage everytime neville ate. grandma's bacon became waterlogged when william painted his shoes while the town churned gravy with bacon. "yes," thought sam.

"why have you given stan bolts?" asked neville. "you will act like a bunny tonight. (bunny for money ). cursing, sam kicked over the mountain. his toes aching and broke angered him. without a beaver or a scanner, sam was ready for pie and died. he dwells now insisting he loves bacon and Jocasta-X3. neville wept. william erased his plot of revenge.

with his odorous eraser, william signed the paper rat and acted morose . neville's tears froze gravy not on tuesday but sunday . sam's pie fell below and above. jacosta-xs stood there and wailed while william planted beans. seemingly dead, the force of stan ruined the pie for william's beans. "the fantasy is the same food!" exclaimed william, and his rat was saved.

"my crawlspace , my savior!" cried neville who somehow never died. "never skin that bear was sam's slogan!" william's bench became inaudible for awhile, but he listened feverishly in town. again, brand named pie fell on winslow. against three rats, neville gave himself up, but it couldn't be broken.

all the pie had fallen ruined on neville all alone. "these rats are made for spreading the blackness of darkness," remarked william, who had just destroyed sam's other bacon cache. the falling pie and baconned beans resumed made for removing fat and this surprised the surprised william who just came from the repairman's temple with sam on his back.

"sample their fame!" said sam. "i will not caress her rotten puppy?" replied neville. william fell for consecutive hours upon the trash. "i fathom garbage but not without bacon signals never." william's fever ran purposefully high , but spoiled and he shrank again. without beans and bacon, neville was prepared to lather himself. "forget her mud and slaw again," he said.

the slaw was an unexpected boon of mayonnaise to the night's unhappy mice. baconbeans and gravy had flowed freely and the town knew that neville would weep until the repairman returned. william and sam bravely cowered through the gravy while sam trapped the rats. "oh again!" cried sam, "prepare my meal!" william couldn't have been more hungry or hoarse.

after the soil was blessed , the rats vowed to surrender never again. the trash, refreshing and honest, released a memo condemning william and vermin. sam vowed to respond to the memo. William joined a club once, but neville hated all mankind, but instead craved gravy. hunger overcame the morning and lunch, but sam was exceptional.

dinner was fraught with anger and weeping for Jocasta-X3. the trashrats organized the chickens and demanded garbage for their tired feet. their leader wrestled, slept and tried to weep but was ridden too fast for sam's bacon cart. a cameraman caught all this greasy slaw but was overcome again right as he yelped, "Feed the rats bacon the garbage!"

garbage fell from sam's mouth, but never gained any real momentum. william's garnishing while hungry and unfolding. but neville, he refrained from folding for all time. "believe me, you are my garbage!" he cried. "you are!" sam's journey delighted the pack, but dispersed, and whined before noon. "Return," sam said.

"fie," uttered sam. "not while garbage fills the pool and my rats hunger," replied william.
"yes, but you ate the roast!"
"even still, your bacon and the rats will always leak if i continue to stuff their ships."
"jacosta-x3 will eat?" "never."

sam drained his vat for neville. his massage was undermined after failing in life. "without mechanical sunshine puppies it is pointless to live." sam muttered under his friendly sheets. "you won't slurp or eat again." william's rage leavened the dark loaf and he praised that majesteic grain.

the empty pond filled while the trashrats comforted sam. william swept grain, bacon, fat and gravy. the bread and puppies managed to survive the bowl in order to return to power. in a statue similar to neville the bread grew and all the while sam slept. "those grains are so baked!" cried william and everyone saw the morning of sam.

failure accurately followed william to sam. his ballons kept returning. madness consumed the sharp biscuit and inflicted a cool gas on noblemen. pain bananas were smothering the town, but located the boiler and sam. rats fillled their orders for bananas and even the bread.

the banana boiler cooled and sam rebuilt his lamb. "how cool these bananas are when hot!" said william, who until now had been baking forbidden grain. the coils of became dark loaf became unbearable for neville's rats. the bread and bananas looked hardly malnourished because of all the sharpened biscuits neville had eaten.

flour consumed and dismantled minds. For days, burgers washed ashore and neville became surreal and fled. separated by large cabbages, the time machine burst once again. neville wept. william's appetite for slaw and the rats held for an age.

his appetite hungrily consumed. "yes?" thought neville. "surely you will eat when william removes the wrapper?" he also though. despite this, the fact remained that the loaf and slaw burned in the night. a more reasonable scenario sam could not weather, even though he was holding a peck of trash.


his forsaken muffin twisted and broken, william set out to collect some hair for seven months. flavoring sam's soft weapon, neville was distraught about tissue. but he gallopped forward and crushed a dollar. after the burger creeped sam always became enraged and bloated.

his journey led sam to a bacon temple where the rats offered to attenuate his mind for a bowl. the hair was now lurching ahead and sam led jacosta-x3 to their marital toilet, but only while neville ate burgers. this pleased william who said, "this eating is making me shave all over every biscuit." it was agreed that sam would weep forever always.


after long waves of grain, neville kept stabbing the night. william's slippery banana was unusually rampant but was found bathing. the bowl looked so glossy after the rats, but retained papers and jim. for a time sam's retina dangled and was remembered by a wet pirate who swept chimneys and sought out the repairman.

sam's eye was very evil and kept the repairmen and his rat monks for breakfast. this made sense, since the garbage, which was ever so acute and obtuse, was left to wither and mature. william kept his foot in bacon grease so that neville could rant. this was surely an acceptable omen. "behold the food!" someone yelled as william flung the ham.

after the toilet was buttered, sam narrowly greased up william. "i've seen shredded meat loved and returned from steaming restless porcupines without sandbags!" cried william. neville's escape caused sam much difficulty, but aroused rats and sam. without their friend or sacred funnel, neville and that camel woman set out to blast the night sky.

the sky was brighter than night to neville even though it had been darkened considerably by sam. william understood this and remained in gravy in case the repairman became bovine after desperately eating the bacon. the loaf and gravy made william's toes smell smoked and neville mad. as a result, jacosta-x3, who here unto now had been embedded in gravy and her batter, was repulsed again at the sight of william's toes.

the torrent penetrated sam's mind. "away with these mutating shapes," muttered sam. "I will recognize gravy never again!" william's half eaten pile fully recovered, but dumped its contents and neville's saturated lava muffins were fantastic. "Please rub the flavor crystals that you seek!" said william in spite of persia. "my gangrene hurts, they will paint!" wept neville "again!" there was much strolling through batter and weeping.

sam returned, william swept the garbage, and all the while neville baked his clothes. the penetration was never mixed correctly and disturbed the seasoned tree. it was, useful trash they knew, but they still removed fat like they were some sort of printed device. the gravy and bacon confused sam's paradox like the others before them, but unlike the unlearned rube of mealtown. " the rats will pursue the bacon," chortled sam.


hunting for mules with wings, the travellers chewed cheese and came upon bags of mealy slurry and rats. sam leapt without inhaling or grunting and began to select mustard while william screwed rabbits to trees and neville's army of balloons deflated. after the bacon suffered sam's love and the gravy sank noone was defeated. thus, not one prize was won, but soothing was their journey.

in contrast to his corn, sam thought he was wearing flour, even though william AND neville cooked several fish. the flowing gravy underwent a change in viscocity in order to overtake the biscuits that sam had previously removed. "that thickened gravy will sharpen his meal. it is fortunate that this butter moves now," screamed sam at his unfloured corn.

sam's newly polished cream flavored troops prepared for their morning stew. neville's unprepared yet talking boxcutter led him to pickled syrup and diminished his gravy encrusted belt. william was rhyming too hard while sam and four aging ethnics moved into position. the gravy apologized too quickly to release sam's cows. after many days, butter flowed like rivers and emerged from william.

they drifted across the gravy on the lard boat made from horse food. countless other horses lay in boxes on the garbage for william's rat to assess while neville wept on the eve of the feast of bacon. sam quickly traversed the gravy and baked the recently sharpened biscuits. but it was too late for Jocasta-X3's butter. sam had already sanded down the rats' position right in front of his horse.


neville's penchant for bacon raced across the sky as william's disdain for everything brown returned. "i will never churn gravy to see it again," sam said. "never." as william ironed sam's pants, sam's horse seemed strange and was removed and hurled bacon. unfloured corn would chastise sam for surrendering the circus. after the rats became goats, sam vowed to solicit sex accordingly, but he would chew through bacon another time.

the time was incorrectly aligned sideways for another bacon rat to consume everybody. sam became rhythmically agitated at the sight of william's horse because he knew that william would ride the horse. the horse accepted nickels and the rats refused corn, but not before jacosta-x3 wiped butter on the gravy with her biscuit. this pleased sam's rat who took this as a sign that sam's end followed.

after the great empty gunny sack was found, the group attacked under a pile once again for neville's sanity. sam's rats and their exalted approach consumed everything. a burning potato filled hole and rain was carving up sam's contract without pity. william's horse cursed sam's posture and trampled neville's wind harvest before burning trash. so ended the first promise of potatoes, but not until supper.

the repairman's apprentice welcomed sam's rat and butter. "your gravy eases the horses for all time," said the repairman to sam. "yes but your horse is unfloured, unbuttered and the rats are learning in the trash," replied sam. "indeed." the converstation moved quickly away as the sky became well brewed with tea, coffee and the bacon gravy butter. "truly we are eating now," thought william, and the ground was then filled with grease.

the magnificent garbage flowed in great rivers like buttered gravy to the sea. cakes collapsed and gave william's horse a fresh mask . now unleashed, the icing vanished. "i must thrust love unto you, Neville," said sam. "again." neville smelled sam's artillery and swept down upon the grieving alien without borrowing butter before Jocasta X-3 could reasonably gargle the potato mixture. and sam's diaper perished.

the visiting whale relented just until the garbage floe gave way to the buttered onslaught of the potato's rubber band. sam knew of this when he slowly absorbed the old wrapping paper just before the siege began. "i knew i would eat," thought sam, as he and neville temporarily degreased their paper spoons for war. jacosta x-3 stood there in pudding while william and the apprentice darned new horses.

the rivers tasted of pampers and pudding. the great battle against puppies failed but it had only just begun. sam brewed gravy with his own coffee. the circus suddenly disappeared and the repairman wondered "am i sexual?" neville fashioned wigs at the outpost with his cat. this intensified sam and william. "food" thought william about sam's delicious waist and goats. "i will inspect my diaper and remove its contents angrily unto the river." as the ship sank in garbage, neville was filled with plants and cream at the impending diaper rally. "the festering toilet slop is still to come," he thought.

"it never waxed the grain," cried william, and the gravy ship was almost lopsided forever. or so they thought. jacosta-x3 arrived with a great all-seeing donkey to sweat near sam's rat and bushes. the cat and toilet fought each other so that william could better understand the coffee and wig. the great greasing became a pleasant burden for william and neville, who were only knitting hats when it started, without any vinegar. the repairman delivered purchased goods so that sam might butter his cream sack.

a great white shirt overcame jacosta-x3's pants and the army. such a pair of pants was never before seen outside. "i will breed this donkey before i return!" declared sam. "applesauce." neville gorged. the sinking butter wagon gave way to sam's rash just as the manager and william's horse offered ashes and regained their scraps. "time shreds lettuce forever." said william, who burned his belt and perceived the water as gravy. "i won't." just as the repairman shampooed sam's horse, sam bobbed for apples and destroyed the unlucky banana temple.

the ruins returned home from afar as the butter wagon drew closer and closer toward neville. the repairman ceremoniously greased sam for his journey and neville drilled into the planet. the river and the sea flowed down above the clouds and removed several rats. "go and churn butter and keep cream for me." thought the horse. the town flew away before too long and william and sam ate bread even though william had just painted sam's house. the repairman noted this in roughly shaved pieces and eventually drove his tractor backward. the diapers looked painfully soiled through sam's paper box. sam then went home and whispered, "eat bacon, friend," eat ham.

2: William's Burden