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This was, of course, illegal, and Bob's pocket knife was arrested for it. .. Wait, Bob didn't have a pocket knife! What was going on here?
 
"Now that wasn't nice," Bob said. He then purchased a train ticket to Katmandu.
 
Which he then realised was a bad idea, because as he arrived in Katmandu, he was shot with a bowl of pudding, which tore a whole straight through his stomach.
But because of the unusual gravitational fields in Katmandu, his intestines were suspended from falling out of his body, and he was able to walk around perfectly normally. He could function just like any other person, except that to eat, instead of putting food into his mouth, he had to pulverize it with a grinder and put it directly into his large intestine as he was missing his stomach.
The Katmandu doctors told him he could exist like this indeffinitely, so long as he never left Katmandu.

So Bob was stuck there.

Forever.

Or he'd die very horribly and painfully.
 
But perhaps there was a third option. . .and option unknown to the Dr.s of Katmandu. . .or perhaps it was a plot, a big, evil scary plot, to keep him forever there and forever unable to eat. . .the Grand Munchkin would know! Bob had to see the Grand Munchkin.
 
Unfortunately the Grand Munchkin had recently gone on a hunger strike and starved to death and then was zapped by an anti-matter gun.

He was gone.

Gone.

Gone.

And Bob was alone.

Alone.

Alone.
 
Suddenly, his attention was drawn to the corner of the room, where something was giving off a dull glint in the late afternoon sunlight. Bob walked over, picked it up and blew a heavy layer of dust off it, which made him cough. It was a magic lamp! Bob reached out and rubbed it. Ever so slowly, blue smoke started to curl out the end. Bob sniffed the air...strangely, it smelled a bit like Whiskas. As if pushed by a giant hand, a huge plume of smoke now rushed out of the lamp, and in the midst of it Bob could see something taking shape and growing in size. Was it? Yes it was...it was the Cat from Katmandu!
 
And the Cat from Katmandu looked at Bob with an evil glint in her eye.

"Mrowr" she said, in a sultry voice. "Kiss me, baby!" and as Bob leaned in to kiss the Cat of Katmandu (something he was unaware you should never do) her furry mouth brushed his lips and in a poof of blue light that smelled like Whiskas she burst from the lamp!

"I'm free!" she shouted. "FOOL! INFIDEL!!! Don't you know never to kiss the Cat of Kat? It breaks the spell! I'm FREE!!!"

And with that she promptly mauled Bob, scratching his face and coughing a hairball into the hole in his stomach, which was sucked into his intestines and gave him indigestion.
 
"Why me?" moaned Bob.

"Because," said a voice with an Einstein accent. "You art the protagonist. . . and everything else is the antagonist. You willt never escape your fate!"

And Bob said, "Phoeey!" Bob then melted into a puddle of strawberry smoothy.
 
And Bob wanted to become the antagonist so he handed the story over to Fred, who was very white.
 
In fact he was an Albino Rat with pinkish eyes and a nice, white smile. He had a job posing for Colgate's whitening toothpaste that was made of guano and rat tails. However, when he discovered the cruel treatement used to extract the rat tails, he quit and moved to Botswana where, for the first time, he met Bob, who was in a twenty ounce smoothy cup.
 
But it was the albino rat's favorite flavor so he drank bob with the smoothy and he was...
 
immediately transformed into Mark Macguire. People were naming their children after him. He was hitting home runs! Then his bat broke and everyone mistook him for Barry Bonds and Ken Griffy Jr. hit him with a wet noodle.
 
The wet noodle, however, was a MAGIC wet noodle, and it turned Mark McGuire into Carlos Guillen, and because Carlos Guillen is a raging alcoholic Fred promptly fell over.
 
he got back up to discover him and bob trapped in a 20 oz bottle of Cherry Coke, how will they escape!?
 
Which was bizarre because Bob had been drunk as a smoothie by Fred...

Which means that when Fred was Carlos Guillen he must've vomited Bob up.

Carlos Guillen vomits a lot.

That's because he drinks.
 
Bob was swimming above Fred's head as a microscopic aemobia. Fred was drunk. Bob was a German Shepherd, and the bees were buzzying angrily. That's when Pooh Bear showed up and made everything MUCH worse.
 

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