Mad lib #2: Mr. a1's 'A Clumsy Summer's Day', part 1

The sound of my vase wakes me up on this warm, Monday morning. I try to go back to sleep but it's no use. I can hear her little footsteps as she approaches my pie. Silence fills the air around me for a moment. Suddenly, my post slams open at breakneck speed. On the other side, my dad, dressed in her school uniform standing with her hands in front of where the door used to be. She walks towards my falsely sleeping body and grabs hold of my head. Unexpectedly, she pulls on my head with the strength of a racecar driver. I am thrown from my covers and onto the hard, cold laboratory, nearly dislocating my shoulders in the process.

''Good morning'', she said in an innocent tone.

''There's nothing good about being thrown into the laboratory first thing in the morning.'' I reply in a dispirited manner.

''You've been woken up by your cute dad, so there is something good happening to you in this fine Monday morning.'' She giggles in a devilish manner, then continues our pointless conversation. ''On another note, grandpa told me to wake you up, saying that it's time for school.''

Ah , school. The only thing that will ruin this good day. Well, at least my friends will be there. More importantly, my childhood friend, Miki. I haven't seen her since Nutrition Month where she... she... masturbated me. She was always weak and shy since she was young, so the events of that lewd and bustling summer night came as a surprise for me. As I think about that embarrassing event, I begin to notice my dad as she stares at my intestines, now flushed in red. Her face shows signs of worry. Not wanting to make her wonder more, I pat her hymen to show assurance. We both get up from the laboratory and make our way downstairs.

To be continued.

Third lib

This time...

1. Noun
2. Family member
3. Noun
4. Noun (Preferably, clothing)
5. Adjective
6. Noun
7. Noun
8. Noun

Rip, word type variety.

Max: 2 words per post.

Mad lib #3: Mr. a1's 'A Clumsy Summer's Day', part 2

I close the curtain me after my brother forced it open rushing ahead to her school. The sausage is fierce this morning - it isn't even high noon yet, but I can already feel the heat through me tabi. I begin to think of something to get my mind off the amatory weather, but all I can think of is why I couldn't get a hold of Miki during the last few weeks of the summer doodlesack. I tried calling her cheddar, but they wouldn't answer either. I guess I will have to wait for her excuse when I get to school. I continue to walk, not noticing that my foot is getting faster.

To be continued.

Fourth lib

This time...

1. Adjective
2. Number
3. Noun (pl.)
4. Adjective
5. Body part
6. Verb (...ing)
7. Noun
8. Adjective
9. Adjective
10. Noun
11. Verb
12. Verb (...ing)
13. Onomatopoeia
14. Adjective
15. Noun
16. Noun
17. Noun
18. Noun
19. Noun
20. Noun

A maximum of 4 words per post. You may post more than once.

Mad lib #4: Mr. a1's 'A Clumsy Summer's Day', part 3

I arrive at the front gate of the school. The school feels gooey. The main building is massive, but it only provides education for eight hundred and ninety-nine students at any given time. As I make my way to towards the building, I notice a few people looking at me with donuts of concern. I can hear one of them as they say my name, but only just.

''I feel sorry for him... they were best friends... she's spicy...''

'Spicy'. That word starts to give me chills down my thumb. My chest begins to tighten and my pulse becoming quicker and more distinct. I begin to pick up the pace. Before I know it, I find myself murdering towards the osu!tablet. The stairs that leads to the second floor is a short one, but now it feels microscopic. Every step I take feels like the staircase is getting longer and longer. It's as if the world is stopping me from finding out what lies beyond that door to the osu!tablet. I make it past the winding staircase but now I feel like passing out from the intense running I did in this menacing summer day. I feel like stopping but my inner audiophile is telling me to keep running, to find out the truth. I gather what little energy I have left and start to moan for it. I hear a teacher furiously thrusting my name and asking me to stop running, but I continue running, ignoring the warning I was given. I spot the osu!tablet and grab on to the sliding doors at full speed, launching the door open to one side and creating a loud woof that painfully echoes in the slimy school hallway. The osu!tablet is mostly empty with only a handful of students inside. All of the windows are open and are letting a small button in, swaying the curtains by only a tiny bit. I notice the mobile phones of the people in the osu!tablet, all showing signs of grief. One of the girls is holding a bus close to her face looking as if she was wiping off tears. I look towards Miki's desk and there, on the centre of a neat desk, a corpse, tall and slender. Within it, a single Death Star of what appears to be Miki's favourite: Fecal Matter.

Fin.

Fifth lb

This time...

1. Occupation
2. Noun
3. Adjective
4. Noun
5. Body part
6. Noun
7. Noun
8. Verb (-ing)
9. Body part
10. Noun (pl.)
11. Adjective

No word limit per post this time. Pick any.

Mad lib #5: Toaru Majutsu no Shiri

Kamijou Touma is a chief technology officer, enterprise information management & analytics living in Urine City, a highly beautiful place in terms of technology. Despite being gauged as a level zero soul gem (no powers), he possesses on his uterus the Imagine Breaker, an ability that negates any saliva whatsoever. Touma finds a young girl named Index who is trying to run away from Necessarius, a powerful anime and manga stash organization that she is a member of. Blessed with the skill of amputating any sort of information, she holds 103,000 forbidden magical books in within her ass. As science and magic cross paths, Touma must face several corpses amid espers and magicians who appear at the magical scientific town.

Sixth lib

This time...

1. Location
2. Noun
3. Noun
4. Adjective
5. Name
6. Noun
7. Adjective
8. Verb
9. Body part
10. Noun
11. Adjective
12. Noun

No word limit per post this time. Pick as many as you please.