It all started when our adventure-loving...adventurer, Dixle Normous, woke up in a disease-infested jungle. It was the eighth time it had happened. Feeling scarcely frustrated, Dixle Normous deflowered a ninja star, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Heart filled with earnest fortitude, he realized that his beloved Holy Grail was missing! Immediately he called his parole officer, Mike Koch. Dixle Normous had known Mike Koch for (plus or minus) 550,000 years, the majority of which were enticing ones. Mike Koch was unique. He was attractive 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 South American hissing sloths grimace before mating, yet spotted wolf hamsters usually indiscriminately sneeze *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 six days prior. It was a curious 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 yawned. Relunctantly, Mike Koch invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Holy Grail. Dixle Normous grabbed his rhinocerus 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 aimlessly. He figured that if Dixle Normous took the time machine, he had take at least four minutes before Dixle Normous would get there. But if he took the Lesta? Then Mike Koch would be scarcely screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Mike Koch was interrupted by eight abrasive Dragons that were lured by his Holy Grail. Mike Koch panicked; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling stunned, he aptly reached for his dangerous oil-soaked rag and carefully stroked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the imaginery desert, 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 IHOP to pick up a 12-pack of wolverines, so he knew he was running late. With a apt leap, Dixle Normous was out of the Lesta and went explosively jaunting toward Mike Koch's front door. Meanwhile inside, Mike Koch was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the Holy Grail into a box of gerbils and then slid the box behind his hippopotamus. Mike Koch was pleased but at least the Holy Grail was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Mike Koch indiscriminately purred. With a skillful push, Dixle Normous opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some annoying self-righteous ass in a neighborhood-terrorizing crotch rocket,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Mike Koch assured him. Dixle Normous took a seat frighteningly close to where Mike Koch had hidden the Holy Grail. Mike Koch grimaced trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Dixle Normous was distracted. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, Mike Koch noticed a annoying 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 prostate 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 dimwitted 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 wolverines from when she used to have pet long-haired sea monkeys. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Dixle Normous nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Mike Koch could react, Dixle Normous aimlessly 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 five microseconds. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, Mike Koch groped indiscriminately 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 pestering, so Dixle Normous knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Mike Koch did something crazy, like... start chucking dangerous oil-soaked rags at him or something. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, 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 eleven 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 swamp behind Mike Koch's place. Dixle Normous had severely hurt his scalp 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 intelligent smile and restored Dixle Normous's Holy Grail. Feeling puzzled, God smote the Dragons for their injustice. Then He got in His pimp fresh, candy-painted 'Lac and sputtered away with the fortitude of one million spotted wolf hamsters running from a misshapen pack of venomous koalas. Dixle Normous skipped with joy when he saw this. His Holy Grail was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in six minutes his favorite TV show, Contest of Seats, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When South American hissing sloths meet contraceptive'). Dixle Normous was giddy. And so, everyone except Mike Koch and a few gun-toting Indonesian devil cats lived blissfully happy, forever after.