It was a normal day. Mr.FreddyPoop was eating babies, and Tom was the Tom. But then, Chica stared down the baby Toms and said "THE POOOOOP IS TOM." Evilly. Then everybody died of dying.
Tom screamed at foxy for stealing his brothers, cousins, mothers, fathers, sisters, boss's, poop. Foxy screamed back at him, "WELL I LIKE BABIES TOO YOU KNOW!" Tom started crying mini rat burgers. Everybody stared at him and whispered, "ohhh he's a pizza Tom baby." Tom was very poop that day because of Mr.FreddyPoop.
"NOW I'M POOPING ON THE COLD HARD POOP! OH! OH! BABIES BABIES!" Markimoo said cheerfully with Chucky and cheese. Then the poop pooped the poop and pooped.
"BECAUSE YOU KNOW IM ALL ABOUT THE POOP. BOUT THAT POOP. NO BABIES! IM ALL I ABOUT THAT POOP POOP POOP POOP. YEAH YEAH ITS PRETTY CLEAR I AINT NO POOP BABIES BUT I CAN POOP IT POOP IT LIKE IM SUPPOSED TO POOP. I GOT THAT POOP POOP THAT ALL POOPS POOP. AND ALL THE RIGHT POOP IN ALL THE RIGHT BABIES." Said Sargent baby Tom.
