Poochie had to go. His planet needed him. But OP needed a verbal smackdown. So Poochie left us with the eternal words: "Ur a faget"

Niggidus Maximus locked Fleurdelisé inside its iron cage. She blushed. He would fill her orifices with much come in the days to cum.

Smoke arose from the tiny volcano around which the Kang tribe had set up their yellow long-tents. Here they found shelter from the darkness.

And the Velvet Crowned Prince beheld two red basket balls, but all he could think of was the golden basket ball, long lost, deeply missed.