MAD LIBS

A Fellow Named [Dance Off]

In [Hell], you don’t need a license to kill

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Disclaimer: This story is intended to be random and humorous. It is published in Fill in the Blanks publication, inspired by the classic game, Mad Libs. Blank words contributed by Julia Appa, Elan Cassandra, Jamaal Ameer, Dariuš Butkevičius, Kayla Vokolek, Damon Ferrara, Rujenx, Mari Moore, and Amanda Clark-Rudolph.

My mother named me [Dance Off] because she knew that’s what I was like. From the first day I [slid] out of her womb, she knew.

I miss her.

I’ve missed her every day since the [Munchkins] took her. Killed her. Shot her in the head.

Now I’ve found those [sweet] [Munchkins]. Tracked them all the way here, to [Hell]. They don’t know about my [legs]. Those days at “The Company.”

Well, by the [Television]’s mercy, they’re about to find out. Oh, by [Television], those [Munchkins] will rue the day they messed with old [Dance Off].

[Tearfully], I walk through the [moist] [flying saucer]. Easy does it. My hand feels my [diet coke] in the folds of my [knickers]. It’s still [effervescent].

I’m no stranger to this dance. It’s my third soirée today.