it was swampy in the swamp. shrek wasnt feeling fab today so he decided to take a mud bath. it was bubbly, full of bugs - as it should be.
he stripped, adoring the green of his skin but wishing he took more mud baths - his skin was cracked and the mud and poop were wonderous moisturizers .
as he slipped in, falling face first, trucks pulled up. he was too comfy to yell. he saw the cameras, he was proud of his bod. the paparazzi. it was hard being an ogre model, he couldnt catch a break.
anyhow, he posed. snatching flies with his orge tongue.
there was a dude. frosted tips, sunglasses on the back of his neck, flamed shiirt
"welcome to flavourtown, shronk"
shronk did his supermodel pose, mud dripping off in globs.
"stay in my swamp, fieri"
