The Story with the Title 'CYCLING'

This is a story that me, Wes, Firo and Gene made up while we were having breakfast at Carl's Jr. It was meant to be a song made from a game, a game where the players take turns to say one word to make up the whole song, after a theme is decided. However, Gene insisted that this 'song' be better off left as a story instead. The first word of the 'song' was uttered by Gene, followed by Wes, then Firo, then lastly, me, and the whole thing cycles again, so you'll know who said what. Try to imagine each line as you go, it's that fun, we just couldn't stop laughing. The story is only this short because we ran out of receipts to write it out on, so this is all we've got. The theme is 'Cycling'. Enjoy.

One night in Beijing, four cycling morons went to a sunken ship

While submerged high under deep shit.

Carl's Jr. had a tricycle meal specially excreted through smelly asses.

Delicious tricyclings always are awesomely stupified by extremely shitty clerks,

But talented smooshy milkshakes made them extraordinarily supernatural

Due to succulent scorpions.

Bicyclists often nibble on soft aftersnacks.

Uphill diving is funny.

Downhill talking often leads to acute breath exhalation.

Rocketing monkeys don't normally self-destruct

Upon receiving brutal slaughtering of heavy asteroids.

Chains screw your bicycle,

However rocketing makes it self-destructable

Unless the user tortures four wheels concurrently.

Monkeys cycle through time,

Assassinating Mr.Bush and MichaelJackson. (One word. Mr.Bush -> Firo. MJ -> Gene)

Suddenly, tricyclings appeared to dominate Beijing,

Disrupting alien conquests with

Very powerful monkeys screwing the animals.

MEGATRON DIED.

Moronic cyclists decided uphill bullshitting while

Shitting bricks of titanium ruined asteroids because

Time-travel disrupts asses from blackholes.

Four cycling morons finally, abruptly, floated back to Singapore

While trying to end the invasion of self-destructing hamsters,

Which destroyed everything, but failed.

The tricyclings died.

Firo: We were half drunk from a mix of good food, lack of sleep and exhaustion. Also, we broke about 20 laws in that one night.

Fun times.