It was a dark and stormy night,

the pudding police sought to shut down

eight ongoing updates from their office computers

in an attempt to punish the bunny

BRAAAAP BRAAAAP BRAAAAP BRAAAAP BRAAAAP BRAAAAP BRAAAAP

"Onii-san! Shut up and make my pudding!

“ the loli started yelling louder. So loud

that I was not able to ignore

her, and resigned to making her pudding.

Why do I refer to my imouto

as "the loli"? Just a running joke.

Anyway fuck how do I make pudding...

You fuck some flour, butter, eggs and

then spread sugar between your buttocks while

carefully extracting broken eggshell from your glans.

It took 10 days, several gallons of

liquid plutonium to finally get closer to

Valhalla, to eventually stand at Odin's side.

Chocolate pudding should be made at 4a.m.

and after losing control of your life

the chocolate pudding has been completed finally

at an enormous cost: in exchange, I

just dropped my phone in the toilet

for the luls. Now I don't need

this mortal body anymore, for chocolate pudding

is the meaning of life, if only

our mother would accept the two of

us siblings in an incestuous monarchy over

my impending ruinous suicide. I'm sorry

to inform OP that my decision to

build the wall and secure our borders

will be reversed. I understand your frustration

but chocolate pudding is eternal. It's life,

until it's death. Suck my big juicy

conclusion. I felt so strong the day

I lifted my morbidly obese ass with

an industrial forklift. Is that ass wet?

Yes, of course that ass is wet.

the kitchen. It was finally here, the

end of days. Prepare to make your

breakfast, and mind the leaking pipes there.

Before they come to fix the pipes

the story has to meet an end.

Alas, farewell oh world of cruelty and

barbaric tv shows. We eagerly await the

you are now breathing and blinking manually

sign. Now I must depart. Gensokyo awaits.

But that's another story for another time.