Let's throw down some hremails that would rock this pazizzle:
HR833:Has Marzipan ever challenged you to some Competition?
Mmmmmwwwell, yeah, one time. But whenever I think about it, my brain gets cranky and switches to pictures of ugly frogs and I can't remember anything. But for my fans, I'll try!
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-and when I woke up, that purple-skirted tortoise had already crossed the finish line! I mean, how could she climb that mountain of dirty diapeys so fast? And the root beer river? And what could she possibly have to discuss with The Cheat before the race... stocks'n'bonds?
HR887:Hello, we are 20 hot rich ladies. We would like to wrestle each other in warm marshmallow fluff for the the chance to be your girlfriend. Interested?
Oh, I'm sorry, but that posi-shee-un is filled at the moment. Marzipan is my total girlfriend, even if she is a little huffy, a little fussy about what I stuff down my gullet hole, and a little openly cheating on me with both Bubs and Strong Sad. But alternatively, if one of you wanted to challenge ol' Jack-Em-Up for the Sizzleweight title, then The Kid says this: Just bring it! Marshmallow fluff, I mean. I ran out yesterday.
HR954:What is the wickedest ride you ever been on?
Asides from the mixed-up, muxed-up little ride called life, I'd have to say the wickedest ride I ever rode was this one rollercoaster that Strong Built bad.. built, that spun and spun and spun me right round 'till I was seeing twins everywhere! I think it was called Taste 'em Up Dan's Blow-Chunks-ifier. But I managed to find an even wickeder ride the following week! It all started when Bubs decided to open a discount monorail...