Rumpelstiltskin looks upon the table. A document is laid upon his eyes. “It’s beautiful…” he says to Shrek. “I’ve never seen something so perfect, so beautiful.” Rumpelstiltskin bites his lip and curls his toes. His nails dig into the wooden floor below, carving claw-like marks into the floor. His nails crack and crinkle against the unpolished wood, splinters entering beneath his nails. “Are you okay, Rumplestillskin?” asks the might ogre, Shrek. Rumpelstiltskin laughs manically. He had never felt this pleasure before. His nails dig deeper an deeper into the wooden flow below, sawdust entering the sides of his toenails and stinging the flesh deep within each of his clipped, splintered, bloodied grippers. “I’m… p-perfect” he manages to say. The floor moans and groans, loathing it’s care. It hadn’t been scratched in forever, but Rumpelstiltskin’s long, gator-like nails seemed to hit all the spots. The floor creaked louder and louder until it cracked. “Is everything okay?” asked Shrek once more. Suddenly, the floor opened beneath him as well. He fell into a long, metal hole, bouncing off the metallic walls. Eventually he flew out, and into what seemed to be a cafeteria that was far too modern. “I see we have an impostor among us” said Red, holding a bloodied knife while his visor glimmered in the dim room and his teeth simmered in the light of the suns peering through the big glass wall, which on the other side was nothing but a majesty of planets, meteors, and mysteries. Space.
The entire video feels so cozy!! And everyone looks so cool too!!
I fr want to go to Megaplex 😔 It looks very fun!
Wow looks really cool. One day i like to join in this furry parade & make many memories with friends
I'm at 7:06 w/ my partner in the knight helmet infront of me! Thanks for the video ♡♡
Rumpelstiltskin looks upon the table. A document is laid upon his eyes. “It’s beautiful…” he says to Shrek. “I’ve never seen something so perfect, so beautiful.”
Rumpelstiltskin bites his lip and curls his toes. His nails dig into the wooden floor below, carving claw-like marks into the floor. His nails crack and crinkle against the unpolished wood, splinters entering beneath his nails. “Are you okay, Rumplestillskin?” asks the might ogre, Shrek.
Rumpelstiltskin laughs manically. He had never felt this pleasure before. His nails dig deeper an deeper into the wooden flow below, sawdust entering the sides of his toenails and stinging the flesh deep within each of his clipped, splintered, bloodied grippers.
“I’m… p-perfect” he manages to say.
The floor moans and groans, loathing it’s care. It hadn’t been scratched in forever, but Rumpelstiltskin’s long, gator-like nails seemed to hit all the spots. The floor creaked louder and louder until it cracked.
“Is everything okay?” asked Shrek once more.
Suddenly, the floor opened beneath him as well. He fell into a long, metal hole, bouncing off the metallic walls. Eventually he flew out, and into what seemed to be a cafeteria that was far too modern.
“I see we have an impostor among us” said Red, holding a bloodied knife while his visor glimmered in the dim room and his teeth simmered in the light of the suns peering through the big glass wall, which on the other side was nothing but a majesty of planets, meteors, and mysteries. Space.
honey what the fuck
@@RunningRiot4798 what’s wrong? Haven’t touched your copy of Shrek 4 yet?