Found an old fan(?)fic I wrote a few years ago.

Kyle's counterclockwise nipple rotation held Rayna in a hypnotic trance.
Because it thoroughly pleased him, the greasy boy began to press harder and ferociously rub his hairy areolas until two blinding flourescent lights shot out of the sagging mantits.
The lasers quickly snapped Rayna out of her mindless state, but only for the lasers to pass in her eyes and light up her whole body.
In a demonic voice, she bellowed, "KamehameHAAA!"
An enormous ray, more powerful than the first two, burst out of her mouth and into Kyle's. This gross exchange aroused the Jew and made his unused penis erect.
Though inadequately small, it ripped through his stained, wrinkly pants and emitted a fourth beam of power that shot through his roof into the stormy sky.
It reached high eniugh to break Jehova's porcelain pony and, in a fit of rage, he sent down a lightning bolt, which struck them into a psychadelic vortex within the gaps of the space-time continuum.

"Oi! Anne! Hilf mir!"
Kyle flipped open his eyelids and found himself not only in the body of a young girl, but also in a strange German environment with the Gestapo bursting through he flimsy wood door. The tall, muscular men ran to the four others in the room, including a boy, Peter, who attempted to shield the female Kyle, when none other than Hitler himself strode inside.
"So you're ze fags who have been hiding from me all dis time," Hitler smirked, turning to the female Kyle. "Und who might you be, frau?"
Kyle shifted his eyes nervously around the room for any clue or saving grace. He remembered this scene vaguely from some play or story he once saw for school--but with the guns pointed at him, he couldn't bugger himself to recall.
In a rush of words, the bloody and bruised Peter sputtered, in an oddly British accent, "Her name is Anne! Anne Frank! And....I love her!"
Almost immediately, as if instictual, Kyle--or more appropriately, Anne--sneered with a disgusted inflection, "Dude, I don't like dicks."


"Anne's" remark was met mostly with confused looks because the phrase was too modern for them to understand.
The only one who didn't seem bamboozled was Hitler, who held his stern, tight-lipped face.
He opened his mouth for a moment, and then closed it, as if contemplating what to say.
He then snapped his fingers and ordered his subordinates, "Take care of zese ones. I want to spend some time alone with zis...Anne," he said, while simultaneously winking and wiggling his toothpaste moustache at Kyle-anne.