A three word story

We will make a story below. We can only add three words per edit.

Once upon a time...

A shopaholic bunny made up words. He died, but magical purple balloons made him deader. After all, seventeen balloons kill stuff. Guns don't kill spaghetti, because it's not living anyway. Then dancing tubas sat down and got to work.

Expense reports could change the course of the Earth's Koopa Football Players are really unfunny. Four bowls of our delicious soup had rough sex. Brave little toaster toasted toasty toast chocolate covered rooster... Wait a minute...this really sucks. Even so, apples get thrown by purple rabid flying rabbit committing felonies on old men. The old men had rough sex. No. Just no. David Bowie was with Klaus Nomi in a spaceship heading to Neptune in search of Mr. Iggy Pop. Iggy Pop went away to Neverland. The hobo gazed into the striped nether as Bowie murdered some Creepers. Miss Scarlet grabbed Gutsman's ass and it was slapped. Many frogs marched into Bono's pants and stole his wallet. We have a Dooj button and pressed it twice. Now the Pacman ate ghosts and Klaus Nomi enrolled in college.

We all died. Nah, just kidding. Klaus Nomi did. How did he? It was AIDs. Like real life. Gee, that sucks.

So anyway, Pacman accidentally swallowed twenty Terran Dominion Ghosts. The horseshoe was stuck in his left pancreas. However, four angry knives flew above left of some poop