The Little Bicycle and the Big Bad
           Industrial Capitalist Ogre

Once upon a time, there was a Little Bicycle. The
Little Bicycle liked to ride with its friends and
feel the cool breeze tickle its spokes.

One day, a Big Bad Industrial Capitalist Ogre came
and put up a sign. "No bicycles! Not even little
ones!" All the bicycles were scared.

But not the Little Bicycle. The Little Bicycle went
right up to the Big Bad Industrial Capitalist Ogre
and said, "Excuse me Mr. Ogre but WE WERE FUCKING
RIDING HERE MOTHERFUCKER AND YOU CAN'T FUCKING STOP
US."

All the bicycles nodded in agreement. But the Big Bad
Industrial Capitalist Ogre just took a stretch limo
and ran over the Little Bicycle, smashing it into a
million billion gajillion Little Pieces.

Things looked bad, but the Little Bicycle Pieces were
cool under pressure. The Little Pieces said, in a
very little voice, "Oh yeah?"

And the Big Bad Industrial Capitalist Ogre said,
"swish krrrrunk," which is the sound of a wrecking
ball knocking Little Bicycle Pieces through
reinforced concrete.

That looked bad, too, but the Crushed Little Bicycle
Pieces just said, "Oh, YEAH?"

And the Big Bad Industrial Capitalist Ogre said, "dig
dig dig KAABOOOOOM," which is the sound of Crushed
Little Bicycle Pieces being buried and blown up with
an underground nuclear bomb.

But the Nuked Crushed Little Bicycle Pieces just dug
their fried selves out of the ground and said, "OH,
YEAH?"

And the Big Bad Industrial Capitalist Ogre said,
"Yeah," and went away. All the bicycles were happy,
the Nuked Crushed Little Bicycle Pieces most of all.

The End.