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This is what happens when you let the sexy members of the Hapfairy forum loose with thesauruses...
So what is this all about? Well, it's a result of the following challenge set by me:
"1. Open Word or suchlike programme with a thesaurus.
2. Write a sentence.
3. Change all the words.
Here's one I made earlier!
"A happy dog sat in the park on a hot summer's day, with his owner the happy fairy and her lovely cold ice-cream."
Goes to...
"An over the moon vex sat in the recreational area on a smouldering summer's daylight hours, with his landlord the
blissful pixie and her beautiful wintry frost-ointment."
WE'RE OINTMENT!
*ahem*. Do it. Post the results here."
All MCB stories copyright Rob Allen of foon.co.uk
MOOSEY
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Thirty two days after Sir Vitamin vanquished the unholy waste paper basket, his pet gerbil named Fred magically became
a lobster.
From then on, all was well in the land of neon.
Becomes...*suspense music*
Thirty-two living past Sir Vitamin overwhelmed the unholy fritter away manuscript vat, his preference gerbil family name
Fred thrillingly became a lobster.
Commencing at that moment happening, each and every one be able-bodied within the property of neon.
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Original
'Is this your hippo?' he said shrilly, indicating said hippo which was bored and was now spinning a rectangle absent-mindedly.
'No,' said Pov, 'it just crashed through this here window.'
'Hi,' said the window.
'Shut up,' said Professor When.
'I like pie,' said Pov.
'Well I don't care,' shrieked Professor When, folding his arms. I'm suing.'
'Pleased to meet you,' said Pov absently. He was trying to concentrate on his cauliflower.
'Er, excuse me?' said Princess TreeFace, pointing at the cauliflower. 'I believe that's my cauliflower.'
'Prove it,' said Pov.
'Make me,' said Princess TreeFace.
Thesaurus'd once
'Be this your hippo?' he alleged penetratingly, representative believed hippo which be jaded furthermore was nowadays whirling
a lozenge inattentively.
'Rebuff,' supposed Pov, 'it in a minute given up the ghost from first to last this at this juncture casement.'
'Ciao,' whispered the glass.
'Put down the lid happy,' said university lecturer after.
'I in the vein of tartlet,' held Pov.
'Able-bodied I don't be concerned,' yelp lecturer at what time, flop his artillery. 'I'm sue.'
'Satisfied to rally you,' thought Pov vaguely. He is wearisome en route for deliberate scheduled his cauliflower.
'Err, explanation me?' understood Princess ranking facade, spotting by the side of the cauliflower. 'I accept as true that's
my cauliflower.'
'Bear out it,' whispered Pov.
'Formulate me,' said Princess-ranking mug.
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Mr. Millennium the tissue box had existed for roughly four and a half hours. His head felt a little triangular, but he
thought nothing of it.
Suddenly, a purple robotic lobster pounced out of the darkness and sang Christmas carols at the top of his voice.
'Not you again, lobster!'; Mr Millennium screamed as loud as a tissue box can, for the lobster had been singing Christmas
carols for the past two or so hours, and choreographing complicated dance routines when he was not singing.
And with that, our hero the tissue box exploded.
Turns into...
Mr. Millennium the handkerchief sachet had subsisted for generally four and semi hours. His leader felt a diminutive triangular,
but he notion nonentity of it.
Out of the blue, a lilac preset lobster attacked suddenly not at home of the obscurity and crooned Christmas chants at the
zenith of his right to be heard.
'Not you all over again, lobster!' Mr. Millennium bawled as thunderous as a bandanna small package tin can, for the lobster
had been before a live audience Christmas carols for the times of yore two or so hours, and maneuvering problematical salsa
habitual when he was not within performance.
In addition to in the midst of that, our male protagonist the hankie pack detonated.
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Thesaurus'd twice
'Be present this your hippo?' he suspected stridently, ambassador held hippo, which survive cynical, in addition was in
this day and age rotary a pastille dreamily.
'Snub,' made-up Pov, 'it at home a infinitesimal prearranged out of bed the poltergeist commencing former in the direction
of after everything else this by the side of this point in time porthole.'
'See you later,' believed the schooner.
'Deposit downstairs the closure in high spirits,' assumed academia teaching assistant subsequent to.
'I during the stratum of quiche,' in custody Pov.
'Vigorous I don’t subsist afraid,' bark academic next to pardon? era, dud his missiles. 'I’m sue.'
'Fulfilled to rally you,' contemplation Pov hazily. He is thankless en route in favour of premeditated listed his cauliflower.
'Blunder, enlightenment me?' tacit Princess place portico, spot as a result of the elevation of the cauliflower. 'I allow
as spot on that’s my cauliflower.'
'Stomach not at home it,' alleged Pov.
'Devise me,' thought Princess standing ambush.
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HAPFAIRY
Once upon a time I was walking through a magic castle when I came across a foon box. It looked rather magic! Upon inspecting
it I found a small man named Lard. He said, 'Hello, I am Bard the Lard. I'm magic.'
And that was the end of the world.
Becomes...
On one occasion upon a time I was under my own steam from side to side of an enchanted citadel when I came across a fond
fight. It looked rather delightful! Upon scrutinising it I established a petite man named Lubricant. He said, 'Ciao, I am
Lubricant the Rhymester! I'm science.'
And that was the closing stages of the human race.
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Mister Carbon Business was sitting at home one day, watching the news and eating a flower, when his pet cat Goo Head ambled
in and started sparking.
'Stop that!' shouted Mister Carbon Business, waving at the cat. The cat waved back and one of its ears fell off. A suspicious
look spread over Mister Carbon Business' ancient and cratered face, and he accused his cat thusly:
'You've been nicking my tent-pegs again, haven't you?'
The cat mutated into a set of fireplace tools - two pairs of tongs for legs, and a poker for a face - and looked blankly at
Mister Carbon Business.
'There's no use looking like that,' he said to his cat. His armchair seemed to agree. Defeated, the cat coughed up seventy
tent-pegs which immediately sprang to attention and began marching around the room in a neat line, yelling 'Hup!' occasionally
and flattening small insects.
Becomes...
Mister Carbon Commerce was meeting at his abode one solitary daytime, inspecting the intelligence reports and consuming
a bloom head, at what time his darling cat Goon Cranium moseyed in and started igniting.
'Discontinue that!' shouted Mister Carbon Commerce, gesticulating at the cat. The cat gesticulated back and one of its ears
fell off. A chary stare multiplied over Mister Carbon Commerce's prehistoric and cratered mug, and he pointed the finger at
his cat thusly:
'You've been pilfering my marquee dowels yet again, haven't you?'
The cat transformed into a set of inglenook utensils - two duos of forceps for legs, and a poker for a face - and gazed vacantly
at Mister Carbon Commerce.
'There's no use looking like that,' he whispered to his cat. His comfy chair seemed to be of the same opinion. Whitewashed,
the cat coughed up seventy inglenook utensils which instantaneously bounced to interest and embarked on a protest in the region
of the space in an orderly procession, bellowing 'Hump!' intermittently and annihilating diminutive creepy-crawlies.
ROB (A.K.A. KAKBARNF)
Original Text
'I HAVE PASTRY!' said Hyper George.
'No you don't, shut up,' said Pallin.
'OKAY THEN!' said Hyper George as pastry mix started oozing from his eyes.
'Hey, look!' said Sponky, who had climbed back onto the raft. 'He does have pastry!'
'I HAVE ELEVEN HUNDRED PACKETS,' said Hyper George, and demonstrated this by opening his mouth and firing them all at Pallin.
'Ow,' he said, eleven hundred times, and fell over as the last packet hit him in the mouth.
They all admired the heap.
'Wow! That's a lot of packets!' said Sponky.
And so they set to work constructing a truly epic PIE!!, the likes of which had not been seen since the God of PIE!! and the
God of Bigness decided to meet up for lunch.
Thesaurus'd!
'I ENCOMPASS QUICHE!' alleged Hectic George.
'Thumbs down you don't, put down the lid,' whispered Pallin.
'ALL RIGHT AT THAT TIME!' supposed Hectic George because PIE!! jumble on track discharge as of his eye.
'Hey, give the impression of being!' held Sponky, who had climbed flipside against the push. 'He does encompass quiche!'
'I BOAST ELEVEN HUNDRED CARTONS,' believed Hectic George, and established this next to breach his oral cavity and sacking
them every one next to Pallin.
'Ow,' he thought, eleven hundred period, plus destroy ended seeing that the most recent envelope hit him in the mouth.
They every part of trendy the load.
'Winner! That's a delivery of boxes!' assumed Sponky.
In addition to accordingly they lay down to vocation erecting a strictly classic tart, the approximating of which had not
been made out in view of the fact that the Idol of Pastry and the Supernatural Being of Dimension strong-willed to assemble
out of bed in support of gobble.
Heheh. Thumbs down you don't.
Oh, and I want a manuscript vat.
DANZOR
'As the Prophet most holy Dan, (Prophet of Hap and supreme high ruler, may awesomeness be upon him) played on his computer,
listening to very loud music, he heard the clap of thunder, the computer then died, and came again.'
Becomes...
'Seeing that the mystic most holy Dan, (Prophet of Hap and supreme high ruler, may awesomeness be upon him) played on top
of his central processing unit, listening in the direction of exceptionally thunderous melody, he heard the applaud of boom,
the supercomputer subsequently died, in addition to came for a second time.'
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Once in a magical land far away a dragon chomped on a giant egg and flew through big green potatoes, and cooked apples
at night when he was randomly hungry. It was a very silly place.
Becomes:
Along time ago in a miraculous terra firma distant not here a dragon chomped on a colossal egg and flew in the course of
gigantic jade potatoes, and not poisonous apples at darkness whilst he was haphazardly ravenous. It be a extremely inane position.
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