The Stupid Troll

The Stupid Troll desperately desired a custard pie that they would sometimes insert somewhere. One might say this is a fairly odd exercise, to many, but not to the Troll, who thinks that the idea was awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a custard pie was the item that was chosen.

The Stupid Troll desperately searched for a cheese grater to demolish. This seems a curious thought, to me and my wife, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, epic. A cheese grater was the chosen thing.

The Stupid Troll desperately desired a cheese grater that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. This could be considered a fairly different operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion it was wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a cheese grater of all things.

The Stupid Troll desired a stretchman that they would often rub on his belly. It should have been a fairly curious exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was entertaining. Bizarrely, a stretchman being the item opted for.

The Stupid Troll found a tomato that they sometimes embrace. This is certainly a strange exercise, to my grandpa, but not to the Troll, who thought that the idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a tomato was the thing that was selected.

The Stupid Troll needed a can of Tango that they would often break. This is certainly a weird exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who feels that it was in fact, wonderful. A can of Tango being the chosen item.