Twilihgt's Lava Bathroom

Twilihgt had already wolfed down the pork steak when she realised her mistake.  She had eaten the forbidden fruit.  She had eaten the Apple of Eden.  She had caused the blocks the blocks the blocks the blocks the blocks the bloc- 404 Ideas not found.    She couldn't believe what she had just seen.  It couldn't have been.  No, it was!  It was MechaHitler, on the horizon!  The scourge of her people, the one in the stories.  It couldn't have been, yet it was!  The menace, the greyish-black death!  Everyone had been anticipating this.  Twilihgt's army, I mean.  Clearly, the battle had begun, and explosions began to ring out!  She dun goof'd.  The nigga at her side, Sir T, had begun the war song.  Spahgetti weak, spahgetti sweaty, sweatervest, spahgetti spahgetti!  MechaHitler charged!  Everyone clashed, and MechaHitler had one pone in mind.  Twilihgt, the dirty jew.  Everyone began yelling, as bets were place on the fight.  But I needn't go into detail, as you read chapter one, idiots.