Captain disstraktor, a courageous defender of fit blokes, backs his arch-nemesis, The kommentator, into the corner. 'Any kommentators with surplus information are encouraged to explain.' the Captain bellows as he grabs his anti-popular tattoogler.
'You don't have the will to kill me,' The kommentator snidely grovels from the darkened corner. 'I watched you try to defeat the impressive fanny pack in straktosphere. You couldn't do it then, and you won't attack me now!' Captain disstraktor put the tattoogler down. The kommentator was right. Ever since the Captain chose to substantially regard, his love of fit blokes had been replaced by a surreal desire to plus >5< incidentia observationally... very observationally. Captain disstraktor was kinda funny knowing that there was nothing he could do to stop The kommentator or popular-ness.

oh my god here's mine, also about disstraktor. i didnt see dsplits when i wrote it. otherwise it is mass inferior to above, largely as i dont know english grammar.

i blame lack of disstraktor activity for allof this

Captain dion, a courageous defender of nikeys , backs his arch-nemesis, The janitor, into the corner. 'my foot hurts' the Captain bellows as he grabs his anti-pasty uzi.
'You don't have the will to kill me,' The janitor snidely grovels from the darkened corner. 'I watched you try to defeat the ancy nail in st paul. You couldn't do it then, and you won't attack me now!' Captain dion put the uzi down. The janitor was right. Ever since the Captain chose to get married, his love of nikeys had been replaced by a surreal desire to marathoned coats yellow... very yellow. Captain dion was pooed off knowing that there was nothing he could do to stop The janitor or pasty-ness.

Oh deary dear dear. I see that I failed to close the damlid. [pasting error ∆∝] The end of madlib #1 should have read:

Ever since the Captain chose to substantially regard, his love of fit blokes had been replaced by a surreal desire to plus >5

Much besser!

frick, it's not me, it's you...you, you html stuff. Here goes for the last time with no fancy carrot close:

Ever since the Captain chose to substantially regard, his love of fit blokes had been replaced by a surreal desire to plus 5. Captain disstraktor was orange knowing that there was nothing he could do to stop The kommentator or popular-ness.

Much besser!

dsplit: i fixed the original comment for you. html is a strange yet wonderful beast... much like the disstraktor.

ooh, thanks gb, now i have multiple endings (due to memory lapse filled in by creative licentiousness)...like a choose your own adventure story!

no problem, dsplit... but both you and jonneke may want to get checked out for the straktosphever. it's potentially fatal to work and you are showing early symptoms.

a choose your own adventure story is a great idea. i think i'll do it next week!

Captain Nathany J, a courageous defender of girls, backs his arch-nemesis, The Bob Loblaw, attorney at law, into the corner. 'check out that crazy clam' the Captain bellows as he grabs his anti-oh so blue weapon of choice.
'You don't have the will to kill me,' The Bob Loblaw, attorney at law snidely grovels from the darkened corner. 'I watched you try to defeat the really freaking long Willy in Taylor, ND. You couldn't do it then, and you won't attack me now!' Captain Nathany J put the weapon of choice down. The Bob Loblaw, attorney at law was right. Ever since the Captain chose to get half a brain, his love of girls had been replaced by a surreal desire to spank boys swimmingly... very swimmingly. Captain Nathany J was smarmy knowing that there was nothing he could do to stop The Bob Loblaw, attorney at law or oh so blue-ness.

Captain Nathany J, a courageous defender of girls, backs his arch-nemesis, The Bob Loblaw, attorney at law, into the corner. 'check out that crazy clam' the Captain bellows as he grabs his anti-oh so blue weapon of choice.
'You don't have the will to kill me,' The Bob Loblaw, attorney at law snidely grovels from the darkened corner. 'I watched you try to defeat the really freaking long Willy in Taylor, ND. You couldn't do it then, and you won't attack me now!' Captain Nathany J put the weapon of choice down. The Bob Loblaw, attorney at law was right. Ever since the Captain chose to get half a brain, his love of girls had been replaced by a surreal desire to spank boys swimmingly... very swimmingly. Captain Nathany J was smarmy knowing that there was nothing he could do to stop The Bob Loblaw, attorney at law or oh so blue-ness.

Captain disstraktor, a courageous defender of disstraktor, backs his arch-nemesis, The disstraktor, into the corner. 'disstraktor' the Captain bellows as he grabs his anti-disstraktor disstraktor.
'You don't have the will to kill me,' The disstraktor snidely grovels from the darkened corner. 'I watched you try to defeat the disstraktor disstraktor in disstraktor. You couldn't do it then, and you won't attack me now!' Captain disstraktor put the disstraktor down. The disstraktor was right. Ever since the Captain chose to disstraktor, his love of disstraktor had been replaced by a surreal desire to disstraktor disstraktor disstraktor... very disstraktor. Captain disstraktor was disstraktor knowing that there was nothing he could do to stop The disstraktor or disstraktor-ness.

Captain anonymous poet, a courageous defender of affairs, backs his arch-nemesis, The drug reabilitation counselor, into the corner. 'Stand up comedians aren't always funny.' the Captain bellows as he grabs his anti-charming rotten tomato.
'You don't have the will to kill me,' The drug reabilitation counselor snidely grovels from the darkened corner. 'I watched you try to defeat the sweet poem in undreamt of shores. You couldn't do it then, and you won't attack me now!' Captain anonymous poet put the rotten tomato down. The drug reabilitation counselor was right. Ever since the Captain chose to express myself, his love of affairs had been replaced by a surreal desire to rhyme gifts easily... very easily. Captain anonymous poet was heartburn knowing that there was nothing he could do to stop The drug reabilitation counselor or charming-ness.

Captain Steve Hanson, a courageous defender of candy bars, backs his arch-nemesis, The tech boy, into the corner. 'He is afraid of balls and birds and other flying objects.' the Captain bellows as he grabs his anti-sweet fingernails.
'You don't have the will to kill me,' The tech boy snidely grovels from the darkened corner. 'I watched you try to defeat the sweet candy bar in Hennepin Avenue. You couldn't do it then, and you won't attack me now!' Captain Steve Hanson put the fingernails down. The tech boy was right. Ever since the Captain chose to have sex with M&Ms, his love of candy bars had been replaced by a surreal desire to mispronounce sugary foods squeamishly... very squeamishly. Captain Steve Hanson was shy knowing that there was nothing he could do to stop The tech boy or sweet-ness.

Captain Steve Hanson, a courageous defender of candy bars, backs his arch-nemesis, The tech boy, into the corner. 'He is afraid of balls and birds and other flying objects.' the Captain bellows as he grabs his anti-sweet fingernails.
'You don't have the will to kill me,' The tech boy snidely grovels from the darkened corner. 'I watched you try to defeat the sweet candy bar in Hennepin Avenue. You couldn't do it then, and you won't attack me now!' Captain Steve Hanson put the fingernails down. The tech boy was right. Ever since the Captain chose to have sex with M&Ms, his love of candy bars had been replaced by a surreal desire to mispronounce sugary foods squeamishly... very squeamishly. Captain Steve Hanson was shy knowing that there was nothing he could do to stop The tech boy or sweet-ness.

sorry. i don't know why that posted itself twice.

Captain Fillabuster Picknick, a courageous defender of tampons, backs his arch-nemesis, The dirigible pilot, into the corner. 'The last time I ate a pepper the damn thing bit back!' the Captain bellows as he grabs his anti-soft scythe.
'You don't have the will to kill me,' The dirigible pilot snidely grovels from the darkened corner. 'I watched you try to defeat the orange button in eastern Sierra. You couldn't do it then, and you won't attack me now!' Captain Fillabuster Picknick put the scythe down. The dirigible pilot was right. Ever since the Captain chose to design a bed of nails, his love of tampons had been replaced by a surreal desire to guffaw penlights slyly... very slyly. Captain Fillabuster Picknick was shy knowing that there was nothing he could do to stop The dirigible pilot or soft-ness.