Here's the entire story (with slightly better grammar, but otherwise unedited):
One day, Rym found an ancient sword of power and the Triforce in a box, which was actually a scary mimic. Until, one day it fell in a deep, dark pit of snakes, so Rym decided to shave his head and fight using his ponytail, against his urge to run towards or maybe past the giant pit. Then, Cthulu appeared and ate his entire stash of giant hot dogs, because oscar mayer had a sale on teriyaki sauce. Rym got mad. Then, Scott arrived, then they started having manly relations? Then, the powerful galactic overlord Xenu comes down from taking a nap, bring a huge smell of cabbage and many turtles with horribly large sharp, biting teeth, Which had just chomped straight through Scott and Rym's huge and manly sneakers of clay. But then, the power of Katsu and his powerful ninja action skills challenged Lord Xenu to Street Fighter. He chose M. Bison, whose infinite might crumbled feebly before Xenu's fighter, Dhalsim. Having been soundly touching himself behind his tight pants, he yelled out with the pleeeeeasure "I'll give you a taste of your own medicine!" Then, he started to rush at the manly act of steamy, scrumptious playing of DDR, while flipping out about his huge and terribly uncomfortable appendage. He shouted "I curse you... Zoidberg", just as a big rock decided it would hit right under the border of India and Pakistan, causing them to kill everyone in the clan of pastamancers, and anger the flying spaghetti monster, whose noodley appendage touched a noodle of death. The resulting explosion did absolutely nothing. Unfortunately, the noodly appendage landed on his big, fat beer gut of +5 acid protection, which absorbed ten points of acid. But Scrym exclaimed, "Got damn that purple monkey dishwasher!" So, they resumed doing whatever they wanted and to play more Atari. Rym beat Scott despite some reservations about invisible tanks and broken controllers. This, sadly, brought about the end to the bulging mass that was "Three Word Story". And so, Rym And Scott went and destroyed the internets, and all the annoying and all n00bs and FRC Forum members. So, once again, Rym and Scott saved the day. To the rescue came the noble Vash the stampede who did nothing but eat donuts. Finally, Strong Bad kicked Strong Sad. Then TROGDOR comes in the niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!
Phew! I did as best I could with the grammar, but I tried to leave as much of the story the same as I could.
Awww ... I missed out on it. "Three Words Game! II" anyone? Please?
Eh, you can just make a new topic called Three Word Game II (or whatever you want to call it) instead of bumping a topic that's been dead for over a year.
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(sorry I had to ^_^, plus scott did it) edit: fixed
Oh, hey! I'm tuning to Penn, because...
It's MONKEY TUESDAY!!!!!
One day, Rym found an ancient sword of power and the Triforce in a box, which was actually a scary mimic. Until, one day it fell in a deep, dark pit of snakes, so Rym decided to shave his head and fight using his ponytail, against his urge to run towards or maybe past the giant pit.
Then, Cthulu appeared and ate his entire stash of giant hot dogs, because oscar mayer had a sale on teriyaki sauce.
Rym got mad. Then, Scott arrived, then they started having manly relations?
Then, the powerful galactic overlord Xenu comes down from taking a nap, bring a huge smell of cabbage and many turtles with horribly large sharp, biting teeth, Which had just chomped straight through Scott and Rym's huge and manly sneakers of clay.
But then, the power of Katsu and his powerful ninja action skills challenged Lord Xenu to Street Fighter.
He chose M. Bison, whose infinite might crumbled feebly before Xenu's fighter, Dhalsim.
Having been soundly touching himself behind his tight pants, he yelled out with the pleeeeeasure "I'll give you a taste of your own medicine!"
Then, he started to rush at the manly act of steamy, scrumptious playing of DDR, while flipping out about his huge and terribly uncomfortable appendage.
He shouted "I curse you... Zoidberg", just as a big rock decided it would hit right under the border of India and Pakistan, causing them to kill everyone in the clan of pastamancers, and anger the flying spaghetti monster, whose noodley appendage touched a noodle of death.
The resulting explosion did absolutely nothing.
Unfortunately, the noodly appendage landed on his big, fat beer gut of +5 acid protection, which absorbed ten points of acid.
But Scrym exclaimed, "Got damn that purple monkey dishwasher!"
So, they resumed doing whatever they wanted and to play more Atari.
Rym beat Scott despite some reservations about invisible tanks and broken controllers.
This, sadly, brought about the end to the bulging mass that was "Three Word Story".
And so, Rym And Scott went and destroyed the internets, and all the annoying and all n00bs and FRC Forum members.
So, once again, Rym and Scott saved the day.
To the rescue came the noble Vash the stampede who did nothing but eat donuts.
Finally, Strong Bad kicked Strong Sad.
Then TROGDOR comes in the niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!
Phew! I did as best I could with the grammar, but I tried to leave as much of the story the same as I could.
I was really hoping for "hell with the consequences!" after my "wanted and to" but alas it was not to be. T_T
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