I'll start.

[Late night, covered in frosting. I wake up discovering that I'm stuck in thick foliage. I'm unclothed but not far from home.]


(Enter me in the foliage, trying to squirm out)

"Wow, I'm trying so hard but this foliage just keeps spreading the frosting further on to my body..."

*Cackles are heard in the distance*



"Could it be...? No..."


An all-too-familiar word is being whispered into the forest by a deep and sonorous voice.


"Did he say dadf..."


A large man wearing a crown jumps out with a sword made entirely of pizza boxes. He's sweating profusely and carrying a mobile hot-spot.


"I'll vanquish you, Lord Dadhole!"


I swung my fists until they were heavy... but to no avail. The dadness was upon me.