FoodRape 2010 Holiday Special Rules:
Both Rapists must be shitting-on-the-neighbour's-lawn drunk.
Both Rapists must only prepare dessert.
So after several hours, a fire, public nudity, three dead hookers and too much beer, the boys decided to stumble home for the FoodRaping of their lives.
What follows may or may not have actually happened (we're a bit sketchy on the details), but we are pretty damn certain that these events have taken place.
Michal's 5 ingredients included cinnamon, rice, peanut butter, a chocolate Big M and scotch fingers. He ended up cooking the rice in the Big M, with cinnamon sticks. Once it was gooey, he spread the peanut butter on the biscuits, and dipped them into the rice.
And then Boof proceeded to begin his dessert. His ingredients included Atkin's Diet Chocolate, diced pineapple, strawberries, crumbed walnuts and coco pops.
What Boof and Michal didn't realise, was that the Atkin's Diet Chocolate wasn't your average chocolate.
We have since come to the conclusion that they were tainted with a foul black magic, from the infernal plains of Assunder.
As soon as the chocolate began to melt in the saucepan, a horrible odour filled the room, and black tentacles shot from the stove. Michal bravely replaced his underwear. Upon his return to the kitchen, he found Boof in mortal combat with the beast, a foul tentacled pedophile
from the depths of Hades. Michal cried out, and found that his voice was young and girly, and his testicles had receeded into his body.
"He's turned us into children!" cried Michal. "Quick, protect your orifices!"
The demon pedophile let out a terrifying giggle, and reared up to attack.
Michal and Boof glanced at each other, and sprinted for the laundry door. The beast's giggles followed them up the street.
Around the corner and across a few blocks, the boys found a panther sitting in the gutter, sobbing quietly to himself.
"What's wrong?" they asked him.
"My wife has been beating me on a daily basis for the past two years. Then the other day, I found out that she's been sleeping with Frank Walker from National Tiles this whole time. You know that cunt, does those fucking annoying ads on the radio. So now I want to stab her, and cut her heart out, but I don't have any thumbs, and can't hold the knife. I don't know what to do."
"We'll help you," said Boof.
"Yeah, we can hold knives," agreed Michal. "We don't even need adult supervision!"
"Really? You boys would help me kill my wife?"
"Of course we will! Though we need some help with a problem of our own."
Things get hazy around this point, though we both remember bleaching our shirts to remove some strange dark stains.
The panther help up his end of the deal. He shaved himself bald, and knitted them fake beards and body hair.
Once the fake hair was worn, both boys looked like bears.
Michal and Boof snuck back into their house, wearing their bear costumes. The beast pedophile assumed that this was normal behaviour for bears, and was oblivious as to their true identities.
Doing their best bear imitation, Michal and Boof carefully filled the kettle, and waited for it to boil.
The pedophile took no notice, concentrating on the K-Mart catalogue left on the bench.
Once it had finished boiling, Boof and Michal carefully used the kettle to beat the demon pedophile in the dick.
The pedophile let out a horrible scream, and burst into flames
His terrible kiddie-fiddling days were over.
Boof and Michal awoke, awfully hungover, to find that three weeks had passed, and that their desserts were missing.
If you have seen either or both of these desserts, please call Crime Stoppers on 1800 333 000.
One question remains: How the fuck did that fucking panther shave himself, and knit two bear costumes out of his own fur, if he didn't have fucking thumbs??