End of Moron Barn
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It is time for storytime with Bonzi and this time it is a parodic and funny dum dum story! Once upon a time in the land of the internet there was a crooked empire of an online dimension known as the world of the Daloli-verse, once it was a thriving place for online scumbags, now it was nothing but ashes and everyone had forgotten when Nathan had been involved in said storyline of said world (as they should, because he never was way) and within the seedy depths of Moron Barn and decaying remains of it was ghouls just wanting to go to heaven so they could die happily and they were sick of being brought back to life but the necromancies who were driven mockery, gossip, and unfiltered disdain kept bringing them back to life, Moron Barn had been nothing but a crumbling empire ever since its beloved cultic elder being known Terrance Ian Wamley was outed as a criminal for doing dirty things with his aunt, it had gotten to the point that even the ghosts of previous victims were wishing for the domain to die. From what once was a place dedicated to preying on the weak and nourishing themselves on tearing apart their chosen targets - there was now a cyber graveyard full of rotten ghouls, and and the only person who remained in this rotten decaying hellscape was Gerald—better known as MoccachinoGelatoJojo, he was a newbie and as such was not told not to dig up the past. His latest obsession? Nathan, a quirky writer of monster transformation stories and an avid collector of monster figurines, he wrote about werecreatures, monsters, demons and even his own wacky friends which for some reason irked him, whether he just really had it in for him or just was jealous (or for other sad reason, maybe he just needed a reason to exist, he did not exist as a person, maybe he was just not there at all as a person, as are all antagonists)
“This guy writes about people turning into werewolves and lizard monsters,” Gerald sneered, typing furiously into a new thread. “And he’s got a whole video showing off his dorky monster toy collection. What a loser and lolcow ready for picking!” He pasted a link to Nathan’s video and hit Post. Gerald leaned back, satisfied. He opened the video for another round of mocking inspiration, smirking at Nathan’s passionate descriptions of his prized collection. “This one is a replica Freddy Krueger glove from Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge.’ ‘Woah, this lolcow actually thinks he has a real piece of elm street merch, how pathetic. ‘
But as Gerald clicked through the video, his screen began to flicker. The image froze on a particularly menacing purple gorilla figurine that looked like the Peter Jackson version of King Kong, its eyes glowing faintly. ‘What the…’ Gerald muttered, tapping his mouse and attempting to refresh his screen, only for it to show the same gorilla statue over and over. The screen went black, and a deep, theatrical voice boomed to him…’Hello there, looks like we have got a big dum dum here. And since I like to play with big dum dums, I am going to enjoy this one.’
With a pop and a cascade of glitter, the purple gorilla from the video sprang to life, stepping out of the monitor and landing in Gerald’s cluttered room. He wore a sparkling vest, a fez, and an expression of mischievous glee as he materialized near him and did a dance. ‘Hello there Gerald, you big dum dum. You look like you are about to cause trouble.’ ‘Who—what are you?!’ Gerald stammered, scrambling out of his chair.
“I think you know…”
“Know what?”
The gorilla bowed with a flourish. ‘Oh where are my manners? The name’s Bonzi! Genie, former spyware mascot, guardian of the weird and wonderful, and personal friend of Nathan and the lord and master of the internet!’ ‘Who is Nathan?’ ‘Oh you must surely know, because he is the man you have been mocking for his wholesome content this whole time, —the guy you’ve been dragging through the mud.” Bonzi leaned in, his green eyes glowing. “Seriously, dude, mocking monster stories and figurines? That’s just low. Then again you are a villain in this fic and villains in these fics only have one personality and that is unoriginal and annoying!’
Gerald tried to regain his composure. “Why do you care? It’s not my fault his stuff is cringe! And you’re a stupid NFT.” Bonzi straightened, spinning his cane like a baton. “Oh, I care a lot, my friend. And you should feel bad for shaming him, you big dum dum!’ Nathan’s creativity brings joy to people and his fans like his transformations, even if they are weird. You? You just tear folks down for kicks and you are in the worst part of the online universe, the part of the online universe that should have been dead ages ago, I don’t know why so many sickos keep trying to resurrect these ghouls who need to pass on happily, but it is disgraceful, and hey, do not call me an NFT, you pathetic parasite of a human being! Time to see how it feels to be on the receiving end of some transformation magic!. Before Gerald could protest, Bonzi snapped his fingers and spoke a hypnotic chant. ‘Bad dum dums deserved to be punished, and you have been a bad dum dum. Bad dum dum!’ Purple smoke filled the room as Gerald’s body began to feel a weird series of odd changes ‘Wait! Stop! Do not do this, I am sorry and I am not just saying this to save my own skin like many villains in these fics!’ Gerald yelled, but it was no use.
His stomach gurgled and swelled up with fat as he began to feel really hungry, hair grew on his stomach as the buttons popped off his shirt one by one which made the purple gorilla laugh. ‘Oops, there go your buttons! Imagine your friends seeing this as you get fatter and fatter! This would make for a hilarious video and I would totally post it to my friends for them to see you get ridiculed and laughed at’, ‘Is this supposed to be karmaiac?’ ‘Yes, it is, my dearest dum dum!’ Next to this his arms swelled and broadened and grew hairs on them as he saw his hands enlarge, his fingers thickening and swelling, he looked at his hands and gasped. ‘My hands, they look so…’ ‘So big? Yes, they do. Perfect for a dum dum like you, I mean what human being would have a belly like that and hands that big, huh? None I know of, but plenty of dum dum were-aykroyds would, and you are one of them.’
He groaned as hairs crept up his hands and onto his chest and torso which thickened and swelled with fat, giving him a rotund body type that kept swelling and growing and pushing against his shirt, causing his shirt to slowly tear open in some spaces, he could not help but rub his stomach and make a series of of odd sounds, they did not sound like grunts, growls, howls or even yips - but rather giggly dum dum noises! ‘What is going on, why am I laughing so much?’ ‘Because dum dums are so silly they cannot help but laugh, which is what you desperately need.’ ‘But I am not…dum dum is so silly he cannot help but laugh! What the heck, did I just speak in dum dum talk?’ ‘Oh yes you most certainly did, it is your native talk after all.’ ‘But I have never been a dum dum were-aykroyd.’ ‘Oh but you have, do you not remember when you were young and Dumius took you in as one of his own? I remember it all rather clearly, as evil as you thought he was, he was actually helping you, helping you realize you were not made to be a human being!’
His body bloated up with more and more fart as his shirt slowly ripped apart, in addition to this his legs thickened and swelled, making it difficult for him to run away and even when he did attempt to run away, he fell down comedically and Bonzi laughed! ‘Oh you silly dum dum, always falling over and getting hurt.’ ‘I am not a dum dum, stop it, stop mocking dum dum!’ ‘Aaawv did the poor dum dum get his feelings hurt?’ he groaned as his shoes slowly ripped open, revealing his enlarged feet which were developing webbed toes. ‘Hey, stop that.’ ‘Stop what, playing with you? Oh but dum dums love playing. And you know that because you are one! You have spent your whole life being subservient to the wrong type of master, or rather the life that you pretended to have! You pretended to be human to your friends, your friends never knew you were not human. They do not know you are a dum dum.’ ‘But my friends would know if I am one, right?’ ‘Oh they definitely do not know that, and just be glad they have not found that out yet! You find that content like Trump rubber ducks and a lolcow obsessed video creator making videos about lolcows/victims commentating about their abuse to be funny, well it is not funny to people like my friend who have been abused!’
‘I did not know that he was your pal.’ ‘Well you do know and you should have known better. Luckily for you, said lolcow video creator is no longer creating that content nor has any memory of it - after all, he is a dum dum now and he got taken over by a dum dum spirit and he now serves Dumius too, just like you and it served him right for saying that Nathan would only bring around more harassment by mentioning his past, which was a dum dum thing to say!’ ‘Okay I admit that I did not understand Nathan has been through real abuse, I just thought he was trying to get attention.’ ‘That is alright, I did not know that Moron Barn still had members that were not transformed yet. You are lucky I did not have the ghouls come after you!’
“I realize that abuse is not funny now.”
“Of course you do, you never were into abusing other people were you?”
“Nope, dum dum does not remember that!”
‘Exactly!’ Bonzi crowed, doing a little jig as he spun around, laughing as he watched Gerald witnessing his own transformation, Gerald felt so embarrassed that he was liking the transformation and having fantasies about wanting his other former Moron Barn residents to turn into dum dum were-aykroyds too, as the only remaining members of that domain and the criminal organization it spawned, he realized he did not belong there, if anything he only pretended to be a human to hide his true identity and true origin, his true origin was that he was a dum dum were-aykroyd who had been abandoned when he was young only to be adopted by Dumius.
He remembered that Dumius adopted him and raised him as a dum dum were-aykroyd, yet his friends never knew he was really a dum dum were-aykroyd or that he was serving Dumius, so he had to pretend to be human in order to be conceived as normal by their standards (which he was anything but, being a were-aykroyd dum dum, he had the best of Aykroydian genes in him and he knew it, he had all the powers of a good were-aykroyd, only dumified versions). He felt even more embarrassed as his rear inflated, swelling and pushing against his jeans and tearing them at the back, giving Bonzi a glimpse of his shorts. ‘Ooooh nice shorts, I think Dumius would think you are very cute in those.’ ‘You are not supposed to look at those!’ ‘Oh am I? But you look so funny and cute in those shorts.’
Bonzi mocked and teased him as he produced a number of loud farts from his rear and he recorded several videos of Gerald farting on his phone and he posted it on his Youtube channel for all to see..’Now you will see what it feels like to be mocked and ridiculed for being an utter dum dum!’, ‘But this is not fair and hardly fun.’ ‘Well Moron Barn did not sound fun either. I mean abusing people for lulz and getting off on their misfortune does not sound pleasant at all, that is just dumb and mean spirited.’ ‘Dum dum is sorry, dum dum was just desperate for some people to interact with.’ ‘Perfectly understandable, and those friends likely did not know your secret and you felt bad about being a dum dum around them so you pretended to be human.’ ‘True. Dum dum did not know any better.’ ‘And of course my dum dum knows nothing, he is a dum dum after all.’ ‘Dum dum only knows of Dumius, who is a good master and takes care of me.’ ‘Of course and dum dum gets a lot of surprises too.’ Gerald groaned as his shoulders and back broadened as he grew to six foot one as his neck thickened and his face plumped up, giving him a double chin of sorts (and if anyone of you weight gain fetish artist wanna-bes are watching this hoping for fetishistic fat worship content, too bad you are not getting that tonight, so enjoy the nightmares you will be getting) as his hair lengthened.
‘Surprises? What surprises?’ ‘Dum dum gets all sorts of surprises, all just for him too including one very big surprise.’ ‘What very big surprise, could you tell me?’ “Your very own lulzy transformation into a were-aykroyd dum dum is going to be shown by me to everyone including your friends, it is the ultimate payback for you trying to exploit Nathan for lulz when he was just doing wholesome content. Now all those farts of yours are making you famous, watch!’ he showed Gerald the video he made of him farting while in mid-transformation, the numbers of likes the videos were getting were coming out in hundreds and people were even reposting and sharing it on social media for everyone to laugh at, for years Moron Barn had prided itself on performing sick and disgusting practices on its lulcows or ‘morons’ as they were called, performing experiments on them, worshipping them like gods and corrupting them into doing horrible things and performing sacrifices.
Now he knew how that felt, he felt awful, he felt like he had done something wrong…he realized that going after a harmless person who did nothing wrong was not right at all, he was just a dum dum were-aykroyd after all and he did not know any better (but luckily his master and only father figure, Dumius had taught him enough in terms of rights and wrongs so he could pick up the basics on what those meant!) and he needed someone to teach him. Of course that person to teach him would be Dumius the were-aykroyd master, who took him in and raised him after he was abandoned when he was young and how he was able to find himself getting along with him.
Gerald fell to his knees and began to sob asking…’Why do you act like I cannot do things by myself?’, he felt pissed off that he could not be trusted by himself. Bonzi crossed his arms, his grin fading as he looked over at him. “Because you are not fully smart enough to be able to do such things, everyone knows you are a minor antagonist, as a dum dum, you very much have a lot of training left to do before you can be as powerful as him.’
His eyebrows thickened as his eyes widened, one turning from brown to green in the process while his forehead elevated and his nose broadened and developed a cleft, his features shifting to look Aykroydian as his voice altered, sounding Aykroydian yet comical and funny. His memories and personality reset themselves, becoming that of his hew persona…’Dum dum remembers this now! Dum dum remembers you, Bonzi. You came and helped dum dum that one time!’ ‘Why yes I did, I helped you control your dum dum instincts and prevented you from harming anyone. Without your master, you need guidance and I am here to help.’
He looked at his computer, seeing his Moron Barn account and the information in general fading away into the proverbial oblivion, being replaced with new information and a new personal profile page focused on being a dum dum were-aykroyd, his loyalty to an online cult that did not even know his true nature had faded and all he needed was a master, Dumius to be exact. ‘There, that is better. Why were you hanging around with people who do not appreciate dum dums and swearing loyalty to people that would not even give you the time of day?’ ‘I do not know, dum dum does not know.’
‘Exactly.’ ‘Dum dum never knows.’ ‘But one thing I do know about my darling dum dum is that your master must be missing you and I can help you bring you back home to him.’ He used his magic to transport Gerald back to the were-aykroyd dum dum palace belonging to Dumius and oh boy was Dumius delighted to see his dum dum had returned!
Dumius was delighted to see that someone he considered a son was back and he was ready to take him back again, as the purple gorilla smiled because his job was done. Gerald was once again welcomed by the dum dum were-aykroyds, and forgot all about what had happened before (it was silly of him to try and pretend to be human anyway) and he became accepted for who he really was.
It was not too long until he fell in love with a female were-aykroyd dum dum and they started dating, they spent many nights together and eventually he proposed to her and they got married, they now live with Dumius in the palace and his wife now has several dum dum were-aykroyd babies that they raise as children.
And a happy ending was had by all and Bonzi smiled as he disappeared and flew off back to his spaceship HQ as all of the remaining members of Moron Barn forgot that Gerald existed before eventually being wiped out by a plague of dum dum were-aykroyds, and thus Moron Barn was eventually no more entirely, being overtaken by the dum dum were-aykroyd centric domains that were dedicated to the history of Dumius and his world.
Thus comes the lesson for today, do not be a moron on the internet or pretend to be someone you clearly are not because you will become a dum dum for real and it will be your real/true identity from now on!
“This guy writes about people turning into werewolves and lizard monsters,” Gerald sneered, typing furiously into a new thread. “And he’s got a whole video showing off his dorky monster toy collection. What a loser and lolcow ready for picking!” He pasted a link to Nathan’s video and hit Post. Gerald leaned back, satisfied. He opened the video for another round of mocking inspiration, smirking at Nathan’s passionate descriptions of his prized collection. “This one is a replica Freddy Krueger glove from Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge.’ ‘Woah, this lolcow actually thinks he has a real piece of elm street merch, how pathetic. ‘
But as Gerald clicked through the video, his screen began to flicker. The image froze on a particularly menacing purple gorilla figurine that looked like the Peter Jackson version of King Kong, its eyes glowing faintly. ‘What the…’ Gerald muttered, tapping his mouse and attempting to refresh his screen, only for it to show the same gorilla statue over and over. The screen went black, and a deep, theatrical voice boomed to him…’Hello there, looks like we have got a big dum dum here. And since I like to play with big dum dums, I am going to enjoy this one.’
With a pop and a cascade of glitter, the purple gorilla from the video sprang to life, stepping out of the monitor and landing in Gerald’s cluttered room. He wore a sparkling vest, a fez, and an expression of mischievous glee as he materialized near him and did a dance. ‘Hello there Gerald, you big dum dum. You look like you are about to cause trouble.’ ‘Who—what are you?!’ Gerald stammered, scrambling out of his chair.
“I think you know…”
“Know what?”
The gorilla bowed with a flourish. ‘Oh where are my manners? The name’s Bonzi! Genie, former spyware mascot, guardian of the weird and wonderful, and personal friend of Nathan and the lord and master of the internet!’ ‘Who is Nathan?’ ‘Oh you must surely know, because he is the man you have been mocking for his wholesome content this whole time, —the guy you’ve been dragging through the mud.” Bonzi leaned in, his green eyes glowing. “Seriously, dude, mocking monster stories and figurines? That’s just low. Then again you are a villain in this fic and villains in these fics only have one personality and that is unoriginal and annoying!’
Gerald tried to regain his composure. “Why do you care? It’s not my fault his stuff is cringe! And you’re a stupid NFT.” Bonzi straightened, spinning his cane like a baton. “Oh, I care a lot, my friend. And you should feel bad for shaming him, you big dum dum!’ Nathan’s creativity brings joy to people and his fans like his transformations, even if they are weird. You? You just tear folks down for kicks and you are in the worst part of the online universe, the part of the online universe that should have been dead ages ago, I don’t know why so many sickos keep trying to resurrect these ghouls who need to pass on happily, but it is disgraceful, and hey, do not call me an NFT, you pathetic parasite of a human being! Time to see how it feels to be on the receiving end of some transformation magic!. Before Gerald could protest, Bonzi snapped his fingers and spoke a hypnotic chant. ‘Bad dum dums deserved to be punished, and you have been a bad dum dum. Bad dum dum!’ Purple smoke filled the room as Gerald’s body began to feel a weird series of odd changes ‘Wait! Stop! Do not do this, I am sorry and I am not just saying this to save my own skin like many villains in these fics!’ Gerald yelled, but it was no use.
His stomach gurgled and swelled up with fat as he began to feel really hungry, hair grew on his stomach as the buttons popped off his shirt one by one which made the purple gorilla laugh. ‘Oops, there go your buttons! Imagine your friends seeing this as you get fatter and fatter! This would make for a hilarious video and I would totally post it to my friends for them to see you get ridiculed and laughed at’, ‘Is this supposed to be karmaiac?’ ‘Yes, it is, my dearest dum dum!’ Next to this his arms swelled and broadened and grew hairs on them as he saw his hands enlarge, his fingers thickening and swelling, he looked at his hands and gasped. ‘My hands, they look so…’ ‘So big? Yes, they do. Perfect for a dum dum like you, I mean what human being would have a belly like that and hands that big, huh? None I know of, but plenty of dum dum were-aykroyds would, and you are one of them.’
He groaned as hairs crept up his hands and onto his chest and torso which thickened and swelled with fat, giving him a rotund body type that kept swelling and growing and pushing against his shirt, causing his shirt to slowly tear open in some spaces, he could not help but rub his stomach and make a series of of odd sounds, they did not sound like grunts, growls, howls or even yips - but rather giggly dum dum noises! ‘What is going on, why am I laughing so much?’ ‘Because dum dums are so silly they cannot help but laugh, which is what you desperately need.’ ‘But I am not…dum dum is so silly he cannot help but laugh! What the heck, did I just speak in dum dum talk?’ ‘Oh yes you most certainly did, it is your native talk after all.’ ‘But I have never been a dum dum were-aykroyd.’ ‘Oh but you have, do you not remember when you were young and Dumius took you in as one of his own? I remember it all rather clearly, as evil as you thought he was, he was actually helping you, helping you realize you were not made to be a human being!’
His body bloated up with more and more fart as his shirt slowly ripped apart, in addition to this his legs thickened and swelled, making it difficult for him to run away and even when he did attempt to run away, he fell down comedically and Bonzi laughed! ‘Oh you silly dum dum, always falling over and getting hurt.’ ‘I am not a dum dum, stop it, stop mocking dum dum!’ ‘Aaawv did the poor dum dum get his feelings hurt?’ he groaned as his shoes slowly ripped open, revealing his enlarged feet which were developing webbed toes. ‘Hey, stop that.’ ‘Stop what, playing with you? Oh but dum dums love playing. And you know that because you are one! You have spent your whole life being subservient to the wrong type of master, or rather the life that you pretended to have! You pretended to be human to your friends, your friends never knew you were not human. They do not know you are a dum dum.’ ‘But my friends would know if I am one, right?’ ‘Oh they definitely do not know that, and just be glad they have not found that out yet! You find that content like Trump rubber ducks and a lolcow obsessed video creator making videos about lolcows/victims commentating about their abuse to be funny, well it is not funny to people like my friend who have been abused!’
‘I did not know that he was your pal.’ ‘Well you do know and you should have known better. Luckily for you, said lolcow video creator is no longer creating that content nor has any memory of it - after all, he is a dum dum now and he got taken over by a dum dum spirit and he now serves Dumius too, just like you and it served him right for saying that Nathan would only bring around more harassment by mentioning his past, which was a dum dum thing to say!’ ‘Okay I admit that I did not understand Nathan has been through real abuse, I just thought he was trying to get attention.’ ‘That is alright, I did not know that Moron Barn still had members that were not transformed yet. You are lucky I did not have the ghouls come after you!’
“I realize that abuse is not funny now.”
“Of course you do, you never were into abusing other people were you?”
“Nope, dum dum does not remember that!”
‘Exactly!’ Bonzi crowed, doing a little jig as he spun around, laughing as he watched Gerald witnessing his own transformation, Gerald felt so embarrassed that he was liking the transformation and having fantasies about wanting his other former Moron Barn residents to turn into dum dum were-aykroyds too, as the only remaining members of that domain and the criminal organization it spawned, he realized he did not belong there, if anything he only pretended to be a human to hide his true identity and true origin, his true origin was that he was a dum dum were-aykroyd who had been abandoned when he was young only to be adopted by Dumius.
He remembered that Dumius adopted him and raised him as a dum dum were-aykroyd, yet his friends never knew he was really a dum dum were-aykroyd or that he was serving Dumius, so he had to pretend to be human in order to be conceived as normal by their standards (which he was anything but, being a were-aykroyd dum dum, he had the best of Aykroydian genes in him and he knew it, he had all the powers of a good were-aykroyd, only dumified versions). He felt even more embarrassed as his rear inflated, swelling and pushing against his jeans and tearing them at the back, giving Bonzi a glimpse of his shorts. ‘Ooooh nice shorts, I think Dumius would think you are very cute in those.’ ‘You are not supposed to look at those!’ ‘Oh am I? But you look so funny and cute in those shorts.’
Bonzi mocked and teased him as he produced a number of loud farts from his rear and he recorded several videos of Gerald farting on his phone and he posted it on his Youtube channel for all to see..’Now you will see what it feels like to be mocked and ridiculed for being an utter dum dum!’, ‘But this is not fair and hardly fun.’ ‘Well Moron Barn did not sound fun either. I mean abusing people for lulz and getting off on their misfortune does not sound pleasant at all, that is just dumb and mean spirited.’ ‘Dum dum is sorry, dum dum was just desperate for some people to interact with.’ ‘Perfectly understandable, and those friends likely did not know your secret and you felt bad about being a dum dum around them so you pretended to be human.’ ‘True. Dum dum did not know any better.’ ‘And of course my dum dum knows nothing, he is a dum dum after all.’ ‘Dum dum only knows of Dumius, who is a good master and takes care of me.’ ‘Of course and dum dum gets a lot of surprises too.’ Gerald groaned as his shoulders and back broadened as he grew to six foot one as his neck thickened and his face plumped up, giving him a double chin of sorts (and if anyone of you weight gain fetish artist wanna-bes are watching this hoping for fetishistic fat worship content, too bad you are not getting that tonight, so enjoy the nightmares you will be getting) as his hair lengthened.
‘Surprises? What surprises?’ ‘Dum dum gets all sorts of surprises, all just for him too including one very big surprise.’ ‘What very big surprise, could you tell me?’ “Your very own lulzy transformation into a were-aykroyd dum dum is going to be shown by me to everyone including your friends, it is the ultimate payback for you trying to exploit Nathan for lulz when he was just doing wholesome content. Now all those farts of yours are making you famous, watch!’ he showed Gerald the video he made of him farting while in mid-transformation, the numbers of likes the videos were getting were coming out in hundreds and people were even reposting and sharing it on social media for everyone to laugh at, for years Moron Barn had prided itself on performing sick and disgusting practices on its lulcows or ‘morons’ as they were called, performing experiments on them, worshipping them like gods and corrupting them into doing horrible things and performing sacrifices.
Now he knew how that felt, he felt awful, he felt like he had done something wrong…he realized that going after a harmless person who did nothing wrong was not right at all, he was just a dum dum were-aykroyd after all and he did not know any better (but luckily his master and only father figure, Dumius had taught him enough in terms of rights and wrongs so he could pick up the basics on what those meant!) and he needed someone to teach him. Of course that person to teach him would be Dumius the were-aykroyd master, who took him in and raised him after he was abandoned when he was young and how he was able to find himself getting along with him.
Gerald fell to his knees and began to sob asking…’Why do you act like I cannot do things by myself?’, he felt pissed off that he could not be trusted by himself. Bonzi crossed his arms, his grin fading as he looked over at him. “Because you are not fully smart enough to be able to do such things, everyone knows you are a minor antagonist, as a dum dum, you very much have a lot of training left to do before you can be as powerful as him.’
His eyebrows thickened as his eyes widened, one turning from brown to green in the process while his forehead elevated and his nose broadened and developed a cleft, his features shifting to look Aykroydian as his voice altered, sounding Aykroydian yet comical and funny. His memories and personality reset themselves, becoming that of his hew persona…’Dum dum remembers this now! Dum dum remembers you, Bonzi. You came and helped dum dum that one time!’ ‘Why yes I did, I helped you control your dum dum instincts and prevented you from harming anyone. Without your master, you need guidance and I am here to help.’
He looked at his computer, seeing his Moron Barn account and the information in general fading away into the proverbial oblivion, being replaced with new information and a new personal profile page focused on being a dum dum were-aykroyd, his loyalty to an online cult that did not even know his true nature had faded and all he needed was a master, Dumius to be exact. ‘There, that is better. Why were you hanging around with people who do not appreciate dum dums and swearing loyalty to people that would not even give you the time of day?’ ‘I do not know, dum dum does not know.’
‘Exactly.’ ‘Dum dum never knows.’ ‘But one thing I do know about my darling dum dum is that your master must be missing you and I can help you bring you back home to him.’ He used his magic to transport Gerald back to the were-aykroyd dum dum palace belonging to Dumius and oh boy was Dumius delighted to see his dum dum had returned!
Dumius was delighted to see that someone he considered a son was back and he was ready to take him back again, as the purple gorilla smiled because his job was done. Gerald was once again welcomed by the dum dum were-aykroyds, and forgot all about what had happened before (it was silly of him to try and pretend to be human anyway) and he became accepted for who he really was.
It was not too long until he fell in love with a female were-aykroyd dum dum and they started dating, they spent many nights together and eventually he proposed to her and they got married, they now live with Dumius in the palace and his wife now has several dum dum were-aykroyd babies that they raise as children.
And a happy ending was had by all and Bonzi smiled as he disappeared and flew off back to his spaceship HQ as all of the remaining members of Moron Barn forgot that Gerald existed before eventually being wiped out by a plague of dum dum were-aykroyds, and thus Moron Barn was eventually no more entirely, being overtaken by the dum dum were-aykroyd centric domains that were dedicated to the history of Dumius and his world.
Thus comes the lesson for today, do not be a moron on the internet or pretend to be someone you clearly are not because you will become a dum dum for real and it will be your real/true identity from now on!
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