Epilogue
Well, you've done it. You've conquered the Challenges. You've beaten the Soviet Russia Butterpops to a bloody pulp and killed their star papillon. There's really nothing left for you.
1) "Arf arf...arf," you bark, which translates to, "This is true. I will now go into a distant land and be taken up into heaven via a flaming chariot." http://fishtacosofdeath.blogspot.com/2017/10/the-distant-land-heavenly-chariot-one.html
2) "Arf arf... arf," you bark, which translates to, "This is untrue. I'm GOING TO DISNEYLAND!" http://fishtacosofdeath.blogspot.com/2017/10/the-disneyland-one.html
1) "Arf arf...arf," you bark, which translates to, "This is true. I will now go into a distant land and be taken up into heaven via a flaming chariot." http://fishtacosofdeath.blogspot.com/2017/10/the-distant-land-heavenly-chariot-one.html
2) "Arf arf... arf," you bark, which translates to, "This is untrue. I'm GOING TO DISNEYLAND!" http://fishtacosofdeath.blogspot.com/2017/10/the-disneyland-one.html
posted by HLR | October 17, 2017
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