The chocolate flew through the air and hit the book which wasn't the cat because it wasn't that time yet. The cat yelled "M.C. BOB" at the top of it's voice and destroyed all 27 of it's vocal chords, and howled it's eyebrow off. The eyebrow landed with a smat on the back of the floor and there was a muscus eating a mop, as was popular in those days, so the headbanger flew off without it and played football with the purple. Bob ate the floo, but not the froom. Hangy Hingy Hongy, who was the selecta of the day, slipped on the froom and threw a yangy hallelujah, and because he couldn't make a snowman, he died. This made Bob selecta, because he didn't eat the froom. Bob selected the cat as pock, to lay him down a punky beat, so he couldn't sing again, but the muscus was hungry again and the world needed saving, but nobody could be bothered, so everything died, except for the eyebrow, due to it's supernatural powers, which married the back of the floor, because there wasn't a front. The muscus hollowed out and became shadeeze, and then it inverted and re-re-wound when the cat said Bob selecta, who picked up the eyebrow and did something about it, which was the cat. The cat licked up the muscus until it was clean, which basically means that it ate it. The floor was so clean it gave birth to Riccardo Day, who decided to wear the eyebrow on his forehead. Thus was, thus thus.