OH No Unicorn Angry MAFAKAZ: part 1
By: Alison Christie

  In a place not so far from here not to long ago, existed a place where anything goes. It still exists today.
  Betty Jo Bob Sue Anderson Clap, we call her Bob for short lived in a snow filled place where magical things happen. Almost like you’re on a permanent LSD trip. Her home is built of children’s teeth. The town’s people hated her. They called her the Sharon Scott of Acitown. They say children’s teeth belong in spray cans. It’s what makes them rattle.
  The really cool unicorn that lived up the road had a race car. One day Bob took It as an add on to her house.
  Melvin, the unicorn, got pissed. He started turning into a hulk-acorn, except he was red. He went to get the race car back because he was that awesome.  
  He hopped on his invention the es-ka-diddle snow plow which is French for golf cart. He drove down and breathed fire, and lit Bob’s crack house on fire. The towns people danced around it. Bob came out of the burning thing and said, “I just wanted to take it off a sweet ramp I made” It was a surprise. But she lied. She made everyone prisoners, made then colour, ate children, stole teeth and made them glue stuff.
  Years later when she became old, decrepit and feeble she let everyone go with souvenirs of LSD, Guanja, and condominiums to control the population.