Elsa sharted. "Shouldn't have eaten that," she moaned, tossing aside the emptied bottle of laxatives and wiping her brow with her poophand.

"Let it snow," Anna said, opening the door. "Let it snow," Anna said. She scratched at her exposed pubees, dandruff falling.

"I need a masseuse," Elsa warbled. She sat in her chair, arms spread out and boobs being shook. "We should probably get Oilaf in here."

Anna pulled out the lever from herself and dialed the seven digits. "8008135," she said. "It spells out a body part," said Anna.

"Olaf's showed up," said Olaf. Olaf showed up. "Who wants a frozen?" Olaf said Olaf said.

Elsa screeched Elsa said Elsa screeched. "I'm turning into the Snow Queen," said Elsa screeched. "I need a new haircut so nobody will follow me and trax me down," Elsa said this.

"But how?" This was spoken by Anna, who said this, said Anna.

Elsa sharted once more. Olaf infused his carrot with it. "And that's how it's done" Olaf said Olaf the said.

Olaf

Anna settled for nothing less, and raised her coupons again.

"We already used coupons," said Elsa.

Said Anna is, "Who's Anna"

?

"No food for babies," said Olaf as he barricaded all the exits and windows with Olaf.

Anna flung her labia minora into Olaf's midsection. "Shave these. I need a trim up. I don't want my muscle hairs looking like 2Tupac."

Olaf turned it back on. "How many inches is this?" He didn't wait for an answer and turned on his vibrating exacto knife. "This was a bad purchase." Elsa said Elsa said Elsa said Elsa.

Olaf was quick to hurry, and he snipped and snapped, and by the time he was done, Elsa had many fears to face. They were as followed such:

A: Where was hair?

B: No skin no grin.

C: If two trains leave at 3:15 and one arrives at 4:25 and the other is caught up in a hijacking cowboy plot for thirteen days, where am I?

Olaf was proud for his of his work, and his lower half was kicked in by Elsa, who was not as proud of his work. "What do I do with all these dead skin cells and hair."

Three unision voices spoke in unision. They said: "Pile in the Olaf van."

Olaf tried to take the wheel. "Shotgun," Anna called, pushing Olaf in the back. "You're going to RussianPrison."

As it turned out, "Russian Prison" was the name of the owner of the grocery store. Olaf documented this in his nootbook.

Anna took her thyme. Seven bags of thyme were over her shoulder. The rest of them went to the fifteen items or less checkout, said Olaf:'

"We would like to have our cards counted and our price checked." Anna came back on shampoo and riced the hang gel.

Wanda hit the gas of the gas and went home with the gas, said Olaf said. Olaf kicks the door and Olaf opened the door. But by that time, somebody had taken pubees.

"Where have they gone?" Elsa sharted.

"The end" said Olaf Olaf didn't specify SHIT.