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A long time ago, on mount Monroe, a handsome kid god named Chris set out on an incredible journey that took him to the ends of the world. This is his story. In Monroe, there lived a god, a handsome boy god who everyone loved but this is not the point here, today young Christopher Strachan would make history. He would help create the first ever icebergs. So, he woke up just as usual on Mt. Monroe and set off for breakfast. It was there that Chris met a tall, thin and crying man who looked homeless outside named Tyler. Chris said, “Why are you crying good sir?” The man said, “Oh my boy I am Tyler, The god of funk as you can see by the music note on my arm, I was born with an unnatural disease which has made me abnormally funky and I am sad because I am too funky so Ricky The god of harsh punishments, you can tell by the bullwhip on his arm, anyway he has made me very sad because he called me a funking idiot”. “Well” said Chris, “That’s sad”. “If only anyone could help me cool down my hot personality, then Ricky would like me and not punish me for being funky” said Tyler “That someone is me” said Chris so Chris had now found something to do, help Tyler cool down his funky personality. They got to the main headquarters of the gods in Monroe, A secret place in between like 80 pizza places and 75 nail salons, called town hall, where the god of harsh punishments lived. The two heroes ventured into the mysterious place to see Ricky and talk to him on how they could solve this little situation. “Sir God, I am the god of being handsome and awesome, Chris and as we both know this is Tyler, the god of funk, and we want to make a plan to stop this little fight between you two” “Sounds dope” said Ricky. “So we both agree that Tyler’s little problem is that his personality is too hot for his own good, right?” said Chris “Chyea” said Ricky. “So let’s cool it down!” said Tyler. “Sick idea bro!” said Ricky “But how would we do it?” “I can help you all” said Alex, the god of ice. “I will conjure an island of ice for Tyler to live on and ill make a lot of them so he can go on vacation”. “Dope idea son!” said Ricky and with that Alex raised his hands high into the air, and ice shot out far and wide and with that Alex and Tyler disappeared. “Looks like you got to bounce” said Ricky, and with that Chris bounced. A couple of months later Chris got a post card from a mysterious land called the North Pole. “Dear Chris” it said “It’s Tyler, I just want to say hi and that I am still funky but I am not as annoying as I once was, Your idea is really working, and in fact Ricky came to visit me, he had a tight time bro, anyway thank you for helping me on my journey to cool down Thanks, Tyler P.S: I named my house an iceberg.” “Wow” thought Chris, “I really can make a difference”.
 * __ The Greatest Story Ever Typed __ **