Tyrant man has been o'erthrown! You are number  to witness it!
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Printed below is the true story of how Sue E., our beloved piglet, was emancipated from a toothless pedophile by the name of Old-Man Graff. A task that could only be pulled off by three vigilantes: modern day "Robin Hoods", if you will....so relax, and enjoy these heroic exploits, uncensored and in their original format. ~Viva! Jorges!~
The world was veiled in darkness.
The wind stopped; the sea was
wild, and the earth had begun to
rot. The people waited, their only
hope: a prophecy.....The day was
June 4th, three "light warriors"
waited poised and ready; each
holding a dimmed orb. Their tunics
flailed slightly in the cool
breeze...one thing stood concrete in
their minds: a verse read to them by
Mrs. Barb Davis, a holy messenger
in disguise *soon or late the day is
coming, tyrant man shall be
o'erthrown, and the fruitful fields of
England, shall be trod by beasts
alone* The message was
abundantly clear: The "coming day"
that Mrs. Davis had fortold was
today....Old-man Graff and his vile
minions would be o'erthrown, and
the badgered beast that would once
again trod on free soil was none
other than our beloved Sue E. The
Light Warriors realized their
herculean task, and marched
onward towards the Altar, the song
echoing through their
heads....cautiously, they made their
way through the ungodly corridors
of the library, knowing that deep
within the fiery hollow of this ancient
place lied the saintly swine...As they
neared the Altar, they noticed a
divine beam of light, which seemed
to stretch all the way from the
haevens above, and cast its holy
rays upon the pious porker...The
three warriors knew, that this would
be the day that set the people free,
free from the shackles of Graff. The
warrior known only as Schempf
pulled from his burlap sack, a bag
of sand, equal in weight to the
young Berkshire, and swapped the
two....Ah, but this only angered the
Fiend, as Old-Man Graff let out a
bellow! Schempf and the others
scrambled down the twisting,
narrow passage-ways, only to find
that the paths lead them
astray...they would have to face the
mighty Graff in a final
showdown....Graff struck first,
putting Sabat in an unorthodox Judo
grapple, but Fierenze was there to
distract the demon enough so that
he would loosen his grasp. Graff
stammered backwards, and in his
moment of weakness, a greasy,
unkept Bolshevic crawled out from
behind a boulder, clad in a dirty
yellow smock, and the sacred
insricption "toray" intricately woven
into his blue knit stocking cap....He
belted out a familiar tune on his
mystical fife, what sounded like a
combination of la cucaracha and
clementine rang throughout the walls
of the temple...the song was "Beasts
of England," and those holy notes,
all too pure for the vile evils that
dweled within these corrupted
walls, had exorcised the
demons...wind swirled and thunder
boomed, but Graff had fallen....he
and his impious rogues had
perished...and when the warriors
exited the library that day, Barb
Davis' devout quest had been
vindicated!
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