The Great Mahn

There is a mahn named Quizzle-Basm. He was a great man with many arms and legs; too many to count on your hands. One night, past midnight, he was outside in the rain. He was trying to catch as many droplets with his many palms. Hail decided to come down instead, all 6 cm in size. He went and caught them all masterfully; juggling them like a pro. The disaster that was the storm was now a circus play with all welcome. "Welcome all, I am the great jester of Alkazamzu!" He yelled to all his new friends. "We love you!" they all shouted back at amazement and awe. The great mahn was now playing hacky sack with the stones of hail to up the ante. Then, the hail storm went away with a great flash. People booed as the fun was killed with the light. The great mahn was also sad, but he was brewing a great big idea blitz lightning storm in his huge meaty brain of his. "The idea!--" He bellowed out loudly to his Microsoft compatible now-awating, funky-styled pals. They awaited the idea in silent, blinking eyes stare. "--is that we go down to Pizza Party Land and raise my tab to spaced-out astronomical amounts of green cotton!" The idea was now spoke and all was quiet for a moment, but now the sheer cheers was rumbling in the ear drums like a large garage band fumbling. The great mahn led the flailing wave of personal computer people to the pizza place with great dashing action. He opened the doors to the pizza aroma; all was happy. He then went and ordered several pizzas of each kind imaginable. "The wait will be ten days" said the waiter with a swirl of his moustache. After waiting a few seconds, the great mahn spotted some arcade machines. "Let me show you something great!" said the man to his swarm of pizza-loving computer allies. He then went to a multi-player arcade machine and dumped a quarter into each of the four slots. The game jazzed up and so did he; he was playing all the four players with his many arms. "Woah!" said the computer people crowd in shock in amazement. Quizzle-Basm was doing really well at the game when the waiter said, "First wave of pizzas up!" On the table lay gorgeous pizza of many shapes, colors, and scents. One pizza was the legendary Snacka-Crash; a mighty pizza in the shape of a "K" with a massive amount of green mushrooms on it. "I think it's forgetting something." said the mahn. "I did not forget." said the waiter holding a can of cherry cola. The fancy waiter then drizzled the mighty pizza with the soda with grace and professionalism. The legendary pizza reacted to the soda with a "sizzle-pop!" sound. The sound was loud and made everyone silent and watch and listen to the majestic pizza spectacle. The great mahn then took a slice and jammed it into his ear, per custom. He heard a mighty hear as if a multiverse was being born. Quizzle-Basm then ate the whole pizza in one bite. His stomach rumbled a great and mighty roar. He threw up rainbows, as per custom and thank-you to the chef. The arcade machines then all clacked their joysticks in celebration. A baby was on the way. He rushed to the bathroom and didn't spare a square. The toilet baby cried and whoever listened to the wailing had their ears bleed. "Why was I born?" said the magical earth-toned baby. "Why was anyone?" said the mahn. The baby smiled and nodded. All was fine and stunk of an abandoned cheese factory. The great mahn and his baby went down in history as great greaters of brown cheese and mahnkind. The day was won.