The Fat Troll

The Fat Troll always carried a bottle of beer that they sometimes insert somewhere. It would have been a fairly different undertaking, to most, but not to the Troll, who felt that it was in fact, awe-inspring. A bottle of beer was the chosen item.

The Fat Troll desperately searched for a piece of paper that they would often break. This seems a fairly different undertaking, to most, but not to the Troll, who felt that the idea was miraculous. Strangely, a piece of paper was the chosen item.

The Fat Troll always carried a pint of beer that they would share. It might have been a new activity, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who assumed that the idea was stunning. Who would have thought, a pint of beer is the thing to select.

The Fat Troll wanted a melon that they sometimes smash. One might say this is a somewhat surprising exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who expected that the idea was sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a melon would be the item chosen.

The Fat Troll desperately searched for a dildo that they liked to drop. It was a fairly extraordinary operation, to some, but not to the Troll, who considered that this idea is amazing. Who would have thought, a dildo was the thing that was chosen.

The Fat Troll desperately craved for a set square that they sometimes throw. It is a bizarre idea, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a set square was the item that was chosen.