Their Fat Troll

Their Fat Troll found a bag of poop that they sometimes share. It would be a fairly extraordinary action, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who considered that this idea was wonderful. A bag of poop is the thing to choose.

Their Fat Troll looked for a bag of flour to put on his head. It was a strange thing to do, to some, but not to the Troll, who assumed that it was in fact, simply life. Bizarrely, a bag of flour having that done to it

Their Fat Troll often carried a pint of beer that they would sometimes smash. It might have been a fairly curious idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, exciting. A pint of beer was the thing that was selected.

Their Fat Troll wanted a rubber johnny that they sometimes hug. It is considered to be a fairly peculiar thought, to my mum, but not to the Troll, who expected it would be breathtaking. Remarkably, a rubber johnny was the thing that was chosen.

Their Fat Troll always kept a computer that they would sometimes insert somewhere. It should have been a fairly extraordinary operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who feels that this idea is sublime. Bizarrely, a computer was the chosen item.

Their Fat Troll wanted a piece of paper that they would often try to nail to the wall. It might have been a fairly curious undertaking, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who considered that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a piece of paper being the chosen item.