Jaws 38: Now it's really, really the last one.

Ominous music plays mysteriously, somehow playing underwater. How the hell does it do that? Who knows. What's important is that a woman is swimming naked, in the ocean. In the middle of winter. Winter. Why is she doing this? Hypothermia's gonna kill her before the sharks do, for sure. There was a floating piece of Zak nearby, and she threw up as it floated past her.

You could tell it was Zak because it was brimming with so much faggotry that the ocean was turning pink around it. All of a sudden, a scream occurred.

"Help, he's showing me his cock, and it's strangely discoloured!" Some dude screamed. They obviously were into it anyway, that it made the squeal like that, silly faggot.

Then, a guy with a suspiciously long nose and a scraggly beard came around. "Hey you wanna help me go legit?" he asked the naked girl who was stupid enough to swim around in the ocean, in winter. She nodded.

"Then make sure you buy these books, and pay for the monthly subscription. Don't worry, we'll take down the scanlations... eventually." the man replied, rubbing his long nose. He left as mysteriously as he came, collecting some floating shekels along the way.

All of a sudden, a bright light appeared, speaking the woman. "Do you want another chance?" the voice spoke. He had the sound of authority, descending upon the water. He glowed a bright orange, but then the woman realized - he was a giant orange kitten.

"All you have to do is apologize to the community, and don't be retarded anymore." He spoke. He lifted a hammer from the ocean, a giant sledge hammer with one word on the handle. 'BAN', it read. He lifted the BAN hammer, and then she was free of the ocean, warm again.

She tried talking to people, but most people though she was a psycho bitch because of the things she talked about. Unlike a certain successful re-entry, she had made the same mistakes over, and over, and over.

Thus, the woman walked away, sadded by her lack of friends, and her inability to not be a bitch.

There was once a man who loved toes very much. He had a massive toe fetish. But there was once person whose toes he’d never seen. The more she denied him, the more he wanted to see her toes. This man… was just w0n Ant. Alone, w0n Ant can’t do much. He needed support. Support to see the toes of the woman he will never marry. She was too tsun though, that goo me.

The w0n Ant decided to go on a quest. An adventure. He would have his way, even if he had to go to hell and back, becoming the Legendary Supa Swine. He flew into the sky, and was armed by various parts of a giant robot. It turned out to be a gun-dum. The gun-dum, now with w0n Ant as its pilot, flew off into the sunset, ever in search of toes and his one true, urequitted love.

To be conFINued.

There once was a person who would not stop cloning their self. They kept making clones of themselves, and would hide behind really obscure aliases, only to be easily found out once they showed their true colors.

They would be struck by the wrath of the 'BAN' hammer many times, but would continue to be a plague on society. They caused needless incidents over and over, never ceasing the annoyance. Then, one fateful day, a grave mistake was made.

She showed her tits to the entire community. They weren't even great tits, a large B cup at best, maybe a small C cup. But, this was amusing to some, and so they spread the titties around, until her tits were known far and wide. Much unlike their modest size.

Eventually, after being struck by the 'BAN' hammer over and over, she kept low for a period of time, only to spring up again once the 'BAN' hammer was lifted from her. Now, she's your average, run-of-the-mill shitty person posing as someone important in chat topics and faggot games. The End (Maybe?).