Dear Geonat

[zs471]

Dear Geonat,

I cherish MCP, where we first met. The moment I clapped eyes on you, I knew you were going to be an ample warden. Recently, I have began to regard you as much more than an ample warden.

My feelings for you intensified when I saw you sleeping in the moonlight. I was further wowed by your tremendous banning skills.

You have toes like bright carrots and the most greasy finger I've ever seen. When I look at you, I just want to hump those bright carrot toes and sniff that greasy finger.

You're so special with your strong ways. The way you handle your quiet ex wife shows great humility and patience.

I know that to you I'm just a hot guard but I think we could be happy together, abusing like two fuzzy snakes.

Please, say you'll be mine Geonat!

All my love
zs471

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[zs471]

Using the same website I also generated this:

Warden Geonat looked at the giant newspaper in his hands and felt angry.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his Clean surroundings. He had always loved Nice MCP with its pongy, pong plots. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel angry.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Owner Silas. Owner was a down to earth monster with tall legs and ugly arms.

Warden gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a violent, wild, milk drinker with scrawny legs and charming arms. His friends saw him as a grated, grieving god. Once, he had even brought a combative masterovie back from the brink of death.

But not even a violent person who had once brought a combative masterovie back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Owner had in store today.

The rain hammered like running toads, making Warden lonely.

As Warden stepped outside and Owner came closer, he could see the fast glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want a hug," Owner bellowed, in an admirable tone. He slammed his fist against Warden's chest, with the force of 7555 dogs. "I frigging hate you, Warden Geonat."

Warden looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the giant newspaper. "Owner, I am your father," he replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two black, bitter badgers bouncing at a very stingy rave, which had piano music playing in the background and two predatory uncles rampaging to the beat.

Suddenly, Owner lunged forward and tried to punch Warden in the face. Quickly, Warden grabbed the giant newspaper and brought it down on Owner's skull.

Owner's tall legs trembled and his ugly arms wobbled. He looked grumpy, his body raw like a bright, big banana.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Owner Silas was dead.

Warden Geonat went back inside and made himself a nice drink of milk.

THE END

[Hypogre]

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[masterovieOG]

You obviously want something

[GeoDope]

You obviously want something

the d
Other than that bravo zs, for plagiarising. Plagiarism doesn't win my heart

[zs471]

[quote author=masterovieOG link=topic=4431.msg25539#msg25539 date=1481306657]
You obviously want something

the d
Other than that bravo zs, for plagiarising. Plagiarism doesn't win my heart
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>Implying this isn't my OC

[aldronaran]

Dear Jelly,

To me, you are like a very sensitive armidillo and I'm not sure that I need a very sensitive armidillo in my life right now.

Things started to go wrong when I caught you collapsing with my Satan.

It's not that I don't love you. It's just that your cousin is extremely amorous and our god-child is, without a doubt, the most erotic person I've ever known.

It's true, we've had some enlightening times prancing together. You have kidneys like suggestive sprouts and the most phonetic gallbladder I've ever seen.

Your personality is like a really mute sea-rhinoseros shouting into my skull. When I see you poking it makes me want to steal your sprout kidneys and post them to Kiev Ukraine.

I lie in bed at night wishing you were necrophilliac and not a armidillo who likes collapsing with my Satan.

What I'm trying to say, is take your phonetic gallbladder and go.

Yours no more
Aldron