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Fandom The Shrekoning

Shrekington looked longily at the ogress's tear, not her face, and I like chocolate cookies. For for days we were stationed in Austria, with mortars and artillery everywhere, nobody knew why I had cheated at monopoly, but young billy was always my favorite grandson and- Dad stop, *sound of old man being whisked away* Sorry my dads really old and he wanders in and starts narrating sometimes, anyway where was I. Shrekington knew that a fair ogress like that would not mind his crappy spelling as long as he was as a beast at shrex, and that's an exapmle of getting past censors kids. SHREK da***t I spelled examle wrong, even though it's implied I'm speaking this, ugh, just deal with it. Shrekington awaited her choice.
 
*blinks blinks.


*blinks blinks.


Shrekery is totally blown away. He leaves his mouth hanging open, a fly-trap now, for sure. Turning his gaze towards the knight who saved him -


AHHHHHHHH!!! -


he finds that he is suffering from a stiff


neck. He had been gazing at the lovely ogre so far, motionless though she is, as if she is now a statue. Or perhaps has gone away to check on other things, leaving her mind as empty as Shrekery's stomach.
 
Shrekington heard it first, then... SUDDENLY from the woods came nothing. And not like the never ending story nothing, just nothing
 

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