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"You will be condemned to loop until the end of time. Your quest? The Holy Grail. However, I must warn you that none of your endings will ever be the true ending. Enjoy!"

So, the adventure begins.

It all started when our (former porn) star, Dixle Normous, woke up in a bush. It was the fourth time it had happened. Feeling barely pleased, Dixle Normous stroked a ripened avocado, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). A few freaknasty minutes later, he realized that his beloved Holy Grail was missing! Immediately he called his former lay, Mike Koch. Dixle Normous had known Mike Koch for (plus or minus) one million years, the majority of which were enticing ones. Mike Koch was unique. He was easygoing though sometimes a little... funny-smelling. Dixle Normous called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

Mike Koch picked up to a very mad Dixle Normous. Mike Koch calmly assured him that most man-eating capybaras panic before mating, yet 3-legged wallabies usually indiscriminately cringe *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Dixle Normous. Why was Mike Koch trying to distract Dixle Normous? Because he had snuck out from Dixle Normous's with the Holy Grail only ten days prior. It was a saucy little Holy Grail... how could he resist?

It didn't take long before Dixle Normous got back to the subject at hand: his Holy Grail. Mike Koch belched. Relunctantly, Mike Koch invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Holy Grail. Dixle Normous grabbed his refrigerator and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Mike Koch realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Holy Grail and he had to do it deftly. He figured that if Dixle Normous took the magic flying carpet, he had take at least nine minutes before Dixle Normous would get there. But if he took the Lesta? Then Mike Koch would be ridiculously screwed.

Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Mike Koch was interrupted by six selfish Dragons that were lured by his Holy Grail. Mike Koch cringed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling frustrated, he skillfully reached for his potato and randomly attacked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the foxy forest, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Lesta rolling up. It was Dixle Normous.

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As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Jim's House of Wings to pick up a 12-pack of dull pencils, so he knew he was running late. With a skillful leap, Dixle Normous was out of the Lesta and went scandalously jaunting toward Mike Koch's front door. Meanwhile inside, Mike Koch was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the Holy Grail into a box of ripened avocados and then slid the box behind his hippopotamus. Mike Koch was worried but at least the Holy Grail was concealed. The doorbell rang.

'Come in,' Mike Koch indiscriminately purred. With a deft push, Dixle Normous opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some pestering coke fiend in a tricked out go kart,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Mike Koch assured him. Dixle Normous took a seat hilariously close to where Mike Koch had hidden the Holy Grail. Mike Koch cringed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Dixle Normous was distracted. Ever so extemperaneously, Mike Koch noticed a insensitive look on Dixle Normous's face. Dixle Normous slowly opened his mouth to speak.

'...What's that smell?'

Mike Koch felt a stabbing pain in his love handle when Dixle Normous asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Holy Grail right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A selfish look started to form on Dixle Normous's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's dull pencils from when she used to have pet 3-legged wallabies. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Dixle Normous nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Mike Koch could react, Dixle Normous carefully lunged toward the box and opened it. The Holy Grail was plainly in view.

Dixle Normous stared at Mike Koch for what what must've been four nanoseconds. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, Mike Koch groped exotically in Dixle Normous's direction, clearly desperate. Dixle Normous grabbed the Holy Grail and bolted for the door. It was locked. Mike Koch let out a eccentric chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Dixle Normous,' he rebuked. Mike Koch always had been a little insensitive, so Dixle Normous knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Mike Koch did something crazy, like... start chucking carrots at him or something. Suddenly inspired by the wise teachings of Confuscious, he gripped his Holy Grail tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

Mike Koch looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Dixle Normous. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame four days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Dixle Normous. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Mike Koch walked over to the window and looked down. Dixle Normous was gone.

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Just yonder, Dixle Normous was struggling to make his way through the bush behind Mike Koch's place. Dixle Normous had severely hurt his fingernail during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Dragons suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Holy Grail. One by one they latched on to Dixle Normous. Already weakened from his injury, Dixle Normous yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Dragons running off with his Holy Grail.

But then God came down with His charismatic smile and restored Dixle Normous's Holy Grail. Feeling relieved, God smote the Dragons for their injustice. Then He got in His pimp fresh, candy-painted 'Lac and darted away with the fortitude of 20 legless puppies running from a misshapen pack of albino cats. Dixle Normous fell with joy when he saw this. His Holy Grail was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in five minutes his favorite TV show, Contest of Seats, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When long-haired sea monkeys meet ebola'). Dixle Normous was excited. And so, everyone except Mike Koch and a few rusty razor blade-toting Indonesian devil cats lived blissfully happy, forever after.