With that, they blew a hole through the belly of the dragon, spraying the dragon's innards all over the wall of the pit. The blood filled the pit, and while Herff drowned, Smarmy was able to float to the top of the pit and crawl out.

"That's a lot of blood," Smarmy spoke aloud.

Smarmy the blood-drenched porcupine made it back home, where his siblings were just rising from their sleep. Smarmy told them all about his adventures. The seventy-eight siblings eagerly awaited to see what Smarmy had recorded, but much to Smarmy's chagrin, there was no tape in the camera.

It was in the VCR.

So Smarmy and his siblings sat and watched "Fight Back with David Horowitz."

THE END

The moral of the story is: If you plan to join a cult, make sure they don't serve apple sauce or pudding to its members.

© 1997 kyle t.

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