<p>Once upon a time, Michael Scofield ate a banana and didn't pass it for a month. Everyone thought it was disgusting. That's because it came out his mouth instead of his internal combustion engine. Michael Jackson quickly purchased it on e-Bay for his incredible poo collection but the courts ruled that it was against health regulations. Instead, given Scofield's reality-TV stardom, he blamed it on video-games. You know which ones. There's Hello Kitty Island Adventure, there's Barbie Horse Adventures: Mystery Ride, but Michael insisted that the creator of Barbie dolls make a sequel due to the need for banana action. "Indeed," said the creator, "I just want a binge-and-purge action hero, saving us from The Cookie Monster. Bob Dole once named the Cookie Monster "Wifeypoo," explaining his ED problem that was already way out and unbananalike. A Banana Barbie went on a road trip! That's how the game works!" 8 minutes till departure it had to pee like a sprinkler, meaning it wasn't a banana peel but rather an elephant trunk that shrunk into a three-legged monster. <== Best road trip ever! Anyway, gas turbine engines ran around naked, screaming: "Eurika!" or actually it was "EUREEEKAAA!" but what the hey, that's not important. Anyway, the crew ran into Yao Ming and ate Chinese food, and all was well until they spontaneously internally combusted themselves. Which proved Scofield's petrified banana to be an explosive. Thus, it blew out his pharynx by internally castrating his fat pink bunny. That explains Scofield's ED and his fear of rabbits, which drove him to Barbie video-recording college where he had fun with plastic. The next day, his hangover caused him to spontaneously combust. Internally. Making him a shell casing full of stale beer, he decided to become a transsexual and went to Doctor Barbie (the Mattel Barbie) who augmented chicken breasts and attached banana-shaped "fat pink bunnies" to his internal combustion engine. "Fo'shizzle!" said the Lovemeister afterwards. Scofield, an active feminist, decided he wanted to spontaneously combust himself for the fourth time! Fusioned with his augmented chicken breasts and attached banana-shaped "fat pink bunnies" to his internal combustion engine, Mr. Michael Scofield became Mrs. Michelle Scofield, mastering her banana swallowing technique. Her fart sent the world into extreme global warming, causing the polar ice caps to spontaneously combust. The Earth got so hot that 'Jupiter' became incredibly horny. Planets collided causing them to spontaneously combust lots of babies. Until Sara Tancredi found out about this and ended this story forever.</p>
<p>Out of oxygen, there was no hope for orgasmic sex. That left our hero, who usually demands compensation for internal combustion engines, utterly incombustable.</p>
<p>Out of oxygen, there was no hope for orgasmic sex. That left our hero, who usually demands compensation for internal combustion engines, utterly incombustable. When cold showers didn't work,</p>
<p>Out of oxygen, there was no hope for orgasmic sex. That left our hero, who usually demands compensation for internal combustion engines, utterly incombustable. When cold showers didn't work, our hero combusted. The End.</p>
<p>Out of oxygen, there was no hope for orgasmic sex. That left our hero, who usually demands compensation for internal combustion engines, utterly incombustable. When cold showers didn't work, our hero combusted. So he called Captian Obviuos</p>
<p>Out of oxygen, there was no hope for orgasmic sex. That left our hero, who usually demands compensation for internal combustion engines, utterly incombustable. When cold showers didn't work, our hero combusted. So he called Captian Obviuos and farted in his face.</p>
<p>Out of oxygen, there was no hope for orgasmic sex. That left our hero, who usually demands compensation for internal combustion engines, utterly incombustable. When cold showers didn't work, our hero combusted. So he called Captian Obviuos and farted in his face as he was lighting a</p>
<p>Out of oxygen, there was no hope for orgasmic sex. That left our hero, who usually demands compensation for internal combustion engines, utterly incombustable. When cold showers didn't work, our hero combusted. So he called Captian Obviuos and farted in his face as he was lighting a priceless Cuban Cigar. The cows</p>
<p>Out of oxygen, there was no hope for orgasmic sex. That left our hero, who usually demands compensation for internal combustion engines, utterly incombustable. When cold showers didn't work, our hero combusted. So he called Captian Obviuos and farted in his face as he was lighting a priceless Cuban Cigar. The cows were chargrilled and The Captian</p>
<p>Out of oxygen, there was no hope for orgasmic sex. That left our hero, who usually demands compensation for internal combustion engines, utterly incombustable. When cold showers didn't work, our hero combusted. So he called Captian Obviuos and farted in his face as he was lighting a priceless Cuban Cigar. The cows were chargrilled and The Captian squeezed his udders erotically with</p>
<p>Out of oxygen, there was no hope for orgasmic sex. That left our hero, who usually demands compensation for internal combustion engines, utterly incombustable. When cold showers didn't work, our hero combusted. So he called Captian Obviuos and farted in his face as he was lighting a priceless Cuban Cigar. The cows were chargrilled and The Captian squeezed his udders erotically with vaseline. Then, quite unexpectedly, Captian</p>
<p>Out of oxygen, there was no hope for orgasmic sex. That left our hero, who usually demands compensation for internal combustion engines, utterly incombustable. When cold showers didn't work, our hero combusted. So he called Captian Obviuos and farted in his face as he was lighting a priceless Cuban Cigar. The cows were chargrilled and The Captian squeezed his udders erotically with vaseline. Then, quite unexpectedly, Captian moaned like a wild bore</p>
<p>Out of oxygen, there was no hope for orgasmic sex. That left our hero, who usually demands compensation for internal combustion engines, utterly incombustable. When cold showers didn't work, our hero combusted. So he called Captian Obviuos and farted in his face as he was lighting a priceless Cuban Cigar. The cows were chargrilled and The Captian squeezed his udders erotically with vaseline. Then, quite unexpectedly, Captian moaned like a wild bore when he learned he couldn't</p>
<p>Out of oxygen, there was no hope for orgasmic sex. That left our hero, who usually demands compensation for internal combustion engines, utterly incombustible. When cold showers didn't work, our hero combusted. So he called Captian Obviuos and farted in his face as he was lighting a priceless Cuban Cigar. The cows were chargrilled and The Captian squeezed his udders erotically with Vaseline. Then, quite unexpectedly, Captian moaned like a wild boar when he learned he couldn't have sex but could still</p>
<p>Out of oxygen, there was no hope for orgasmic sex. That left our hero, who usually demands compensation for internal combustion engines, utterly incombustible. When cold showers didn't work, our hero combusted. So he called Captian Obviuos and farted in his face as he was lighting a priceless Cuban Cigar. The cows were chargrilled and The Captian squeezed his udders erotically with Vaseline. Then, quite unexpectedly, Captian moaned like a wild boar when he learned he couldn't have sex but could still operate machinery (including hand-held devices).</p>