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Maquiseas graceful appearance perfectly hides the fact that she is the head of the greatly feared Emancipated Monster Mafia! The EMM is blamed for countless assassinations on innocent white paper, spilling ink all over it in order to “take it’s virginity”, according to a spokesmonster of EMM. Since Maquisea is urgently searched for, her unmindful appearance at Daily Monster will hopefully lead to a quick arrest.
Toucan Stu was known throughout the realm for hosting the best birthday parties ever. His crib was rocking when every monster in the room stopped talking, gawking as SHE entered the room. Sujatta daintily twirled her single strand of hair, coquettishly making her way to the lucky birthday monster, her hips swaying hypnotically with every lengthy stride. While gently caressing her beak with all three talons, she nonchalantly stated in a voice slightly reminiscent of Carol Channing, “I heard you needed some help cutting the birthday cake.” After a few graceful strokes with her mighty beak, the deed was done. A newly acquired sheen of icing gleamed on her beak, a sight that made Stu’s hearts beat faster. She pulled a single candle from beneath her fluffy white wrist band, placed it in the center of the cake, lit it, looked at Stu, and said, “Make a wish.”
Maquiseas graceful appearance perfectly hides the fact that she is the head of the greatly feared Emancipated Monster Mafia! The EMM is blamed for countless assassinations on innocent white paper, spilling ink all over it in order to “take it’s virginity”, according to a spokesmonster of EMM. Since Maquisea is urgently searched for, her unmindful appearance at Daily Monster will hopefully lead to a quick arrest.
Meet Francesca. Elm Street’s latest nightmare.
Toucan Stu was known throughout the realm for hosting the best birthday parties ever.
His crib was rocking
when every monster in the room stopped talking,
gawking
as SHE entered the room.
Sujatta daintily twirled her single strand of hair, coquettishly making her way to the lucky birthday monster, her hips swaying hypnotically with every lengthy stride. While gently caressing her beak with all three talons, she nonchalantly stated
in a voice slightly reminiscent of Carol Channing, “I heard you needed some help cutting the birthday cake.”
After a few graceful strokes with her mighty beak, the deed was done. A newly acquired sheen of icing gleamed on her beak, a sight that made Stu’s hearts beat faster. She pulled a single candle from beneath her fluffy white wrist band, placed it in the center of the cake, lit it, looked at Stu, and said, “Make a wish.”