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Faucet Woman and Gumbo Ft. a Green Elephant and extra Ft. A dude with really long arms. Super mega Ft. Bruce.
“Yo, Gumbo we’re like, off brand. Like a bad cereal box y’know” Faucet Woman said, with a name that implied she had something to do with plumbing. Gumbo thought pensively. “Yes, it seems as though we’re not quiet ourselves in this off brand remake of the original fic that has been smothered by the censorship of the authorities above. Such censorship causes many topics to be avoided, no matter how inconspicuous or how important they may be. Religion, Politics, Hobbies, the word Gay, Death, some Books, Censorship itself, and critical thinking, have all had a stopper put in them.” he spoke eloquently, ( and with much affluence). “It seems as though the plots and pilates of our original adventures have been trampled on by the censorship we face.” he continued. “Uh Gumbo, aren't you supposed to be mentally handycapped?” said the dude with really long arms. “SHUT UP!! You’re gonna get us all in trouble!” said Faucet Woman. “We can’t talk about that! Gumbo add it to the no-no list” said the lady turning to speak to Gumbo.
Gumbo pulled out a giant long scroll (aka, the No-no list) and wrote down "Disability" in the little free space left. “It seems like there’s very little we can openly talk about, and even less we can outright state,” said Gumbo. He looked at Bruce. “You’re not saying much Mr. Bruce?”
Bruce turned to face Gumbo and returned his gaze. “I act as a reductive and repetitive stereotype against Australians" he said, a single tear of meh, rolled down his face. “Australians aren’t even people” said the Dude with long arms. Gumbo, Faucet Woman, and Bruce all looked over at him. “DUDE!!! You’re gonna get us in SO MUCH TROUBLE with the authorities above!” Faucet Nipple took action that resulted in the Dude with really long arms to stop metabolising.
Gumbo Bruce and Faucet Woman all looked up at the text above. “SEE! Right there! That is what I mean by we can not speak openly or freely! We don’t choose to speak like that for humorous effect! We speak like that to avoid censorship and suffocation and trouble!” Gumbo said, pointing above him.
Faucet Woman crossed her arms “Literally 1984”, Gumbo crossed his arms “Literally Brazil”, Bruce crossed his arms “Literally the Hunger Games.” They all nodded in dystopian agreement. If I knew anymore dystopian films and books I’d probably make the non-metabolising cellular lump previously known as “the Dude with really long arms” say something like “Literally Brave New World” or something, but I don't know any other dystopian stories.
They all metabolised in censorship.
Fin.
“Wait, we forgot about the elephant,” said Bruce. The Green Elephant that they’d invited into their home was now [Redacted] on a [Redacted] next to [Redacted], [Redacted] and, [Redacted] and several other prominent figures of Western high society. He was acting up, so they made him join the choir invisible and become an ex-elephant. He’s in the Elephantstien files.
“When is [Redacted] gonna drop the files?” said Gumbo. “I don’t think he can, he’s in them after all.” said Bruce. They made a bold and unsubtle political statement in this fic. “Guys.. do you think making Long Arm Guy and that Elephant pine for the fjords, was a good idea????” Faucet Woman said. “Prolly not.” Gumbo said like a doctor telling you your wife has kicked the bucket and bought the farm.
THEN! The great hand of punishment came down from the sky.
“BRUUUUH WE ARE SO COOOKED” said Bruce. Gumbo acted pensive, training to save face. Faucet Woman danced to Lady Gaga (she looked the part anyway).
They were all made into ex-parrots by the hand of punishment.
***A specific monty python song that is set to the tune of “Sing as We Go” starts blasting** SIT ON M-