"Phoenix and friends go to Gourd Lake late one night to hunt for Gourdy. As it turns out, Gourdy exists. AND HE'S ACTUALLY A TENTACLE-MONSTER DEMON KING!"
— Premise of an Ace Attorney crackfic
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.Shinji: Father, what are we going to do tonight?
Gendo: Same thing we do every night, Shinji: try to implement human instrumentality!
Gendo: Same thing we do every night, Shinji: try to implement human instrumentality!
"Suddenly, an eight-foot sub sandwich constrictor eng... sm... sploded out of nowhere!"
— Strong Bad, Homestar Runner
"Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is owned by Butch Hartman, who would probably vomit into a bucket if he knew this story existed..."
— Tavalya Ra, Mind of a Hero, a.k.a. The Crack
"No, they're not the same. A bad fanfic would be Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy having sex with the word penis misspelled. An insane fanfic would be Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy battling ninja vampires using their penises as weapons."
— Arkhan, AH.com forums
"Peter Griffin went to the store to get all the bread and milk and guess who was there!? That guy from Street Fighter (Zangeif) remember? Then they faught and it was fun."
— This
Professor Colbert: That brings us to today's Wørd.
The Wørd: VOLDEMORT.
Professor Colbert: Voldemort. Yes, I said it. I'll say it again. Voldemort. None of this "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" or "You-Know-Who" crap for this wizard, thank you very much. Any name is fair game in my classroom.
The Wørd: JON STEWART?
The Wørd: VOLDEMORT.
Professor Colbert: Voldemort. Yes, I said it. I'll say it again. Voldemort. None of this "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" or "You-Know-Who" crap for this wizard, thank you very much. Any name is fair game in my classroom.
The Wørd: JON STEWART?
Feferi: ...as it turns out, I ended up somewhere really cool! And met cool people. I learned a lot, too! (grins evilly, begins to chant) Fire and glub! Fire and glub!
— Ask The Heiress comic
I know, I know, but you don't understand how desperately I NEEDED to write this!
The Lord spoke unto the author saying "There will come a day when you shall wonder what Hawkfrost would look like hugging a My Little Pony, and you shall indulge in that curiosity, for it is good in the eyes of the Lord."
The face that was underneath the alien mask smiled menacingly.
"Obama," Donald whispered.
"Obama," Donald whispered.
Dobby relished his groinsaw's roar as he withdrew the flesh-choked blade from the astronaut's ruined skull.
— The very first line, Thirty Hs
I'm not Mulder— I'm actually two agents parked outside the office.
To Harry, Ron was a loud, slow, and soft bird. Harry did not like to think about birds.
Twelve-foot what?!
— Agent Stephen Fontwell on a crack-fic of The Simpsons, Protectors of the Plot Continuum, "How Will I Clean My Fur?"
With a hand on his shoulder, Boron spoke to Britz one last time.
"It is time, my child. Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"Ready to make the ultimate sacrifice?"
"I am."
"I am so glad, my child. For you see, it is unfortunate that only the Soul Cannon is capable of destroying a god."
"You are wrong."
"What?"
"The Soul Cannon is not powerful enough."
"What do you mean," he said, turning Britz to look him in the eyes.
"The only thing that can destroy a god… is another."
"It is time, my child. Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"Ready to make the ultimate sacrifice?"
"I am."
"I am so glad, my child. For you see, it is unfortunate that only the Soul Cannon is capable of destroying a god."
"You are wrong."
"What?"
"The Soul Cannon is not powerful enough."
"What do you mean," he said, turning Britz to look him in the eyes.
"The only thing that can destroy a god… is another."
