Part Eighty One
Rocko Finishes With Buster
"Frack. I was afraid of that," swore
Harry. Corky and Turf continued to bash on the skeletons bashingly
as Rocko finally finished with the secret gay stuff he was doing to
"Party's on!" yiffed Rocko.
"Perfect timing, as usual," croaked Harry
meanly. Or happily.
"Hey Rocko," heyed Turf.
"Nice!" niced Rocko when he realized his
buddies were being beaten down by a bunch of skeletons. "Y'all
should have known better than to go on without the main
attraction!" Rocko wiped his mouth. Buster snored.
"Bwa ha ha ha," bwa ha haed Turf.
"I hope these are easier to kill than Giant
Rats!" prayed Rocko to The Bad God.
"They're pretty tough for being so
skinny," branded Harry. "And boney," added Turf.
"Oh boy," exasperated Rocko.
"I wish the Singing Guy wasn't asleep in the
corner. That reminds me of a song, Unskinny Bop," buttrocked
Harry. "Bop bop."
"Mmmmbop! Mmmmbop!" sang Turf unironically
and thus uncooly.
"I've got to move," moved Harry, trying to
make room for Rocko, "so you can rockem sockem robots 'em."
"I'm the red robot!" insectorama'd Rocko.
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