AWKWARD ZOMBIE

Once apon a time, in the magical lands of Astong, a man and his pet Kettlepotamus went out for a walk.

Not much time passed before they chanced upon an object that lay in their path.

Not wanting to wait anymore than they had to, the man and his Kettlepotamus continued to venture towards the object to see what it could be.

The object glinted in the sunlight - clearly it was made of some kind of metal.

The object was a large capsule-like cylinder, about as big as the man's arm.

Upon examination, the cylinder's metal was completely unscratched.

it appeared to be a can of biscuits. Incredibly large biscuits. "What sort of creature eats biscuits so large?" The man asked aloud.

" 'EY!" yelled an old man, most likely in his late nineties; he had a beard sweeping the ground in front of him " 'ose biskits b'long teh me Pet, 'nd ye best be gitt along now a'fore 'e sho' up!"

As the plains and its inhabitants were deafened by the stunning smash of mammoth feet parading towards their master, the man uttered a hurried "Told ye. Gettem gurl!" and shuffles into his house.

The mammoth let out a deafening bellow at the man, knocking him on his booty, and then grabbing the can of large biscuits with its trunk.

The Kettlepotamus was boiling with anger.

A deafening whistle echoed across the town from Kettlepotamus as it prepared to strife, Absconding will not be an option in this heated battle.

The Kettlepotamus charged at full speed towards the mammoth, attempting to take-down the monstrous beast with a single blow.

Once apon a time, in the magical lands of Astong, a man and his pet Kettlepotamus went out for a walk.

Not much time passed before they chanced upon an object that lay in their path.

Not wanting to wait anymore than they had to, the man and his Kettlepotamus continued to venture towards the object to see what it could be.

The object glinted in the sunlight - clearly it was made of some kind of metal.

The object was a large capsule-like cylinder, about as big as the man's arm.

Upon examination, the cylinder's metal was completely unscratched.

it appeared to be a can of biscuits. Incredibly large biscuits. "What sort of creature eats biscuits so large?" The man asked aloud.

" 'EY!" yelled an old man, most likely in his late nineties; he had a beard sweeping the ground in front of him " 'ose biskits b'long teh me Pet, 'nd ye best be gitt along now a'fore 'e sho' up!"

As the plains and its inhabitants were deafened by the stunning smash of mammoth feet parading towards their master, the man uttered a hurried "Told ye. Gettem gurl!" and shuffles into his house.

The mammoth let out a deafening bellow at the man, knocking him on his booty, and then grabbing the can of large biscuits with its trunk.

The Kettlepotamus was boiling with anger.

A deafening whistle echoed across the town from Kettlepotamus as it prepared to strife, Absconding will not be an option in this heated battle.

The Kettlepotamus charged at full speed towards the mammoth, attempting to take-down the monstrous beast with a single blow.

However, the attack hardly did anything to the hairy beast, the Mammoth promptly smashes the Kettlepotamus into the ground, ultimately killing it.

The man was shaken, but not stirred, for he promptly returned his beloved Kettlepotamus to its Tokeyball. He removed his hat in a moment of mourning, but returned it as he called out "You haven't won just yet." He tossed out another Tokeyball, this time releasing a mighty Stoverdactyl; it's stove-pipe billowing smoke at its cries.

Once apon a time, in the magical lands of Astong, a man and his pet Kettlepotamus went out for a walk.

Not much time passed before they chanced upon an object that lay in their path.

Not wanting to wait anymore than they had to, the man and his Kettlepotamus continued to venture towards the object to see what it could be.

The object glinted in the sunlight - clearly it was made of some kind of metal.

The object was a large capsule-like cylinder, about as big as the man's arm.

Upon examination, the cylinder's metal was completely unscratched.

it appeared to be a can of biscuits. Incredibly large biscuits. "What sort of creature eats biscuits so large?" The man asked aloud.

" 'EY!" yelled an old man, most likely in his late nineties; he had a beard sweeping the ground in front of him " 'ose biskits b'long teh me Pet, 'nd ye best be gitt along now a'fore 'e sho' up!"

As the plains and its inhabitants were deafened by the stunning smash of mammoth feet parading towards their master, the man uttered a hurried "Told ye. Gettem gurl!" and shuffles into his house.

The mammoth let out a deafening bellow at the man, knocking him on his booty, and then grabbing the can of large biscuits with its trunk.

The Kettlepotamus was boiling with anger.

A deafening whistle echoed across the town from Kettlepotamus as it prepared to strife, Absconding will not be an option in this heated battle.

The Kettlepotamus charged at full speed towards the mammoth, attempting to take-down the monstrous beast with a single blow.

However, the attack hardly did anything to the hairy beast, the Mammoth promptly smashes the Kettlepotamus into the ground, ultimately killing it.

The man was shaken, but not stirred, for he promptly returned his beloved Kettlepotamus to its Tokeyball. He removed his hat in a moment of mourning, but returned it as he called out "You haven't won just yet." He tossed out another Tokeyball, this time releasing a mighty Stoverdactyl; it's stove-pipe billowing smoke at its cries.

The mammoth again charged, the town in awe of the spectacle, but Stoverdactyl was ready, it lowered its head as firy coals and smoke erupted from it's stovepipe.

Once apon a time, in the magical lands of Astong, a man and his pet Kettlepotamus went out for a walk.

Not much time passed before they chanced upon an object that lay in their path.

Not wanting to wait anymore than they had to, the man and his Kettlepotamus continued to venture towards the object to see what it could be.

The object glinted in the sunlight - clearly it was made of some kind of metal.

The object was a large capsule-like cylinder, about as big as the man's arm.

Upon examination, the cylinder's metal was completely unscratched.

it appeared to be a can of biscuits. Incredibly large biscuits. "What sort of creature eats biscuits so large?" The man asked aloud.

" 'EY!" yelled an old man, most likely in his late nineties; he had a beard sweeping the ground in front of him " 'ose biskits b'long teh me Pet, 'nd ye best be gitt along now a'fore 'e sho' up!"

As the plains and its inhabitants were deafened by the stunning smash of mammoth feet parading towards their master, the man uttered a hurried "Told ye. Gettem gurl!" and shuffles into his house.

The mammoth let out a deafening bellow at the man, knocking him on his booty, and then grabbing the can of large biscuits with its trunk.

The Kettlepotamus was boiling with anger.

A deafening whistle echoed across the town from Kettlepotamus as it prepared to strife, Absconding will not be an option in this heated battle.

The Kettlepotamus charged at full speed towards the mammoth, attempting to take-down the monstrous beast with a single blow.

However, the attack hardly did anything to the hairy beast, the Mammoth promptly smashes the Kettlepotamus into the ground, ultimately killing it.

The man was shaken, but not stirred, for he promptly returned his beloved Kettlepotamus to its Tokeyball. He removed his hat in a moment of mourning, but returned it as he called out "You haven't won just yet." He tossed out another Tokeyball, this time releasing a mighty Stoverdactyl; it's stove-pipe billowing smoke at its cries.

The mammoth again charged, the town in awe of the spectacle, but Stoverdactyl was ready, it lowered its head as firy coals and smoke erupted from it's stovepipe.

The creatures clashed and smoke covered the battlefield.

Once apon a time, in the magical lands of Astong, a man and his pet Kettlepotamus went out for a walk.

Not much time passed before they chanced upon an object that lay in their path.

Not wanting to wait anymore than they had to, the man and his Kettlepotamus continued to venture towards the object to see what it could be.

The object glinted in the sunlight - clearly it was made of some kind of metal.

The object was a large capsule-like cylinder, about as big as the man's arm.

Upon examination, the cylinder's metal was completely unscratched.

it appeared to be a can of biscuits. Incredibly large biscuits. "What sort of creature eats biscuits so large?" The man asked aloud.

" 'EY!" yelled an old man, most likely in his late nineties; he had a beard sweeping the ground in front of him " 'ose biskits b'long teh me Pet, 'nd ye best be gitt along now a'fore 'e sho' up!"

As the plains and its inhabitants were deafened by the stunning smash of mammoth feet parading towards their master, the man uttered a hurried "Told ye. Gettem gurl!" and shuffles into his house.

The mammoth let out a deafening bellow at the man, knocking him on his booty, and then grabbing the can of large biscuits with its trunk.

The Kettlepotamus was boiling with anger.

A deafening whistle echoed across the town from Kettlepotamus as it prepared to strife, Absconding will not be an option in this heated battle.

The Kettlepotamus charged at full speed towards the mammoth, attempting to take-down the monstrous beast with a single blow.

However, the attack hardly did anything to the hairy beast, the Mammoth promptly smashes the Kettlepotamus into the ground, ultimately killing it.

The man was shaken, but not stirred, for he promptly returned his beloved Kettlepotamus to its Tokeyball. He removed his hat in a moment of mourning, but returned it as he called out "You haven't won just yet." He tossed out another Tokeyball, this time releasing a mighty Stoverdactyl; it's stove-pipe billowing smoke at its cries.

The mammoth again charged, the town in awe of the spectacle, but Stoverdactyl was ready, it lowered its head as firy coals and smoke erupted from it's stovepipe.

The creatures clashed and smoke covered the battlefield.

The stoverdactyl, however, was not the source of this smoke: Nearby, an arsonist decided to burn the old man's house down.

Once apon a time, in the magical lands of Astong, a man and his pet Kettlepotamus went out for a walk.

Not much time passed before they chanced upon an object that lay in their path.

Not wanting to wait anymore than they had to, the man and his Kettlepotamus continued to venture towards the object to see what it could be.

The object glinted in the sunlight - clearly it was made of some kind of metal.

The object was a large capsule-like cylinder, about as big as the man's arm.

Upon examination, the cylinder's metal was completely unscratched.

it appeared to be a can of biscuits. Incredibly large biscuits. "What sort of creature eats biscuits so large?" The man asked aloud.

" 'EY!" yelled an old man, most likely in his late nineties; he had a beard sweeping the ground in front of him " 'ose biskits b'long teh me Pet, 'nd ye best be gitt along now a'fore 'e sho' up!"

As the plains and its inhabitants were deafened by the stunning smash of mammoth feet parading towards their master, the man uttered a hurried "Told ye. Gettem gurl!" and shuffles into his house.

The mammoth let out a deafening bellow at the man, knocking him on his booty, and then grabbing the can of large biscuits with its trunk.

The Kettlepotamus was boiling with anger.

A deafening whistle echoed across the town from Kettlepotamus as it prepared to strife, Absconding will not be an option in this heated battle.

The Kettlepotamus charged at full speed towards the mammoth, attempting to take-down the monstrous beast with a single blow.

However, the attack hardly did anything to the hairy beast, the Mammoth promptly smashes the Kettlepotamus into the ground, ultimately killing it.

The man was shaken, but not stirred, for he promptly returned his beloved Kettlepotamus to its Tokeyball. He removed his hat in a moment of mourning, but returned it as he called out "You haven't won just yet." He tossed out another Tokeyball, this time releasing a mighty Stoverdactyl; it's stove-pipe billowing smoke at its cries.

The mammoth again charged, the town in awe of the spectacle, but Stoverdactyl was ready, it lowered its head as firy coals and smoke erupted from it's stovepipe.

The creatures clashed and smoke covered the battlefield.

The stoverdactyl, however, was not the source of this smoke: Nearby, an arsonist decided to burn the old man's house down.

The man, Gilbert Klossner. began cursing a blue streak and released his Spaterrier to go rescue the elderly gentleman.

While the two ancient victorian-esque monsters battled, Gilbert's Spaterrier brushes a way clear for the elderly man, pausing only to flip a couple of burgers left unattended.