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Once, there was a wank engine called Tummus. He was a cunning little engine, with bright blue paint and a short sausage-shaped funnel...

He was the most important of the most famous train engines on the Island of Sodom, who worked all day on the railway to keep everyone happy.

One day, Tummus met up with one of his friends, Goddon, a big, proud engine who pulled the heaviest vehicles on the entire Island of Sodom.

'Hello, Goddon!' said Tummus, 'Busy pulling those fat-arse weights as always?'

'Well, yeah,' said Goddon 'I'm the strongest engine on the whole island of Sodom'

'Bet you're nowhere near as fast as I am,' said Tummus 'I bet your big size and all the stuff that you pull along every single motherfucking day with your fucking fat arse make you slow fat cunt like you!'

Having said that, Tummus then went off to carry on with his day, and Goddon looked straight at him humiliated and fucking pissed.

'That little spastic bollock licking cuntmouth' he uttered to himself.

Tummus chuffed along the railway like the cute little wank engine he was, going right through the charming countryside and the wind, and then up to a tunnel, where, at the opposite of which, he saw his friend Herry stranded helplessly behind a brick wall while he was in the tunnel.

'Good fucking morning, Herry,' greeted Tummus 'What ya doing sitting in that tunnel like that with that brick wall in front of ya?'

'The obese cuntroller and his men decided to build this wall in front of me so I can't fucking go anywhere' moaned Herry

'Why?' asked Tummus 'Is it cos he's a right fat cunt and he wants to make you pay for all the retarded shit you might have caused during your shift and so he wants to build a huge wall right in front of your cock and bollocks like Donald fucking Trump?'

'Fucking no,' scowled Herry 'It's cause he's paranoid my perfectly dry paint will decay in the rain. The wall might even cover up this whole tunnel hole, you know'

'That's some spastic pig fucking cunt!' growled Tummus 'You should just shunt into the wall hard enough so it breaks. Surely you've got the bollocks to do so. It doesn't even look like it's gonna fucking rain either'

'I can't do that, Tummus,' said Herry 'My front cock and bollocks will fucking break apart if I do. Besides, even if I'm wrong, I don't think I'd have any strength to do so right now, anyway. Being outside alone in this cold, rural darkness of a tunnel has made me catch the fucking cold'

'Well then, I bet you'll just rot in that hole til the Fat Cuntroller's satisfied with the fucking retarded weather, you wank with a miniature dick for a nose' Tummus said to Herry as he chuffed off under the tunnel on his rail line, leaving Herry alone and miserable in his tunnel to rot for the rest of the day.

Tummus had arrived back at the main station to collect his two coaches, Fanny and Currybitch, when he saw another friend of his called Jamz.

'Hello, Jamz' said Tummus

'Morning, Tummus,' answered Jamz 'You're gonna fuck about with me, aren't ya, ya annoying little shit?'

'Nah,' said Tummus 'I'm just collecting my bitches Fanny and Currybitch here. There are a shitload of passengers waiting here, yunno'

'Yeah, I see that, alright,' said Jamz 'They've been waiting for you and you're five fucking minutes late as usual, you lazy cunt'

'I was just saying good morning to the big wankfucks Goddon and Herry,' said Tummus 'They can't seem to get their own cocks out of their arses this morning'

'Yeah, well, I bet you're making the situation worse by being the little spastic cunt you are so their dicks stay in there,' said Jamz 'I honestly bet that's why you're late as fuck, you little shittard'

'I was just saying my opinion about them,' said Tummus 'Goddon can't seem to take a break from using his arse to pull those little wanking trucks and Herry's not bothered to break that wall that obese cuntroller built in front of his genitals'

'Just get your girls and yourself outta here so I can rest in peace and get on with my shit' Jamz growled softly as Tummus collected his two bitches Fanny and CurryBitch with the end of his arse.

'I hope you have a good little party with your own bitches there, you red cock-funnelled shitter' Tummus scowled back as he went off with the two bitches behind him.

As he chuffed happily through the countryside, Tummus smiled behind him at the two cute coaches he was pulling 'Guess that red wankmouth doesn't know how to keep his chicks entertained and that, does he?' he asked Fanny, who was stuck being forced to look at his weak arse as she was being pulled along by it, and Currybitch, who was feeling dizzy from watching all the rails Tummus had smeared the two of them on.

Thus, neither of them could really respond from all their nausea caused by the desperate-for-attention twat engine's ultra-fast running he used to rush to see his good little friend Pussey.

Unfortunately, however...

As Tummus had his wonderful chitchat with Pussey, who had the job of pulling some of the infamous Troubled Twat Trucks (TTT, for short), the trucks shouted at the green little engine, which prompted him to rush along the tracks and accidentally cut his talk with his blue friend, disappearing almost literally in a flash.

Ultra-pissed about this, Tummus had literally no ability to continue his job of letting a mass of people commute to work or whatever, and instead decided to do something he thought was more useful.

'I know how to cure this cancer of a fuck-up' he said to himself before storming off on the tracks, making Fanny, CurryBitch and the all the passengers nauseous and even slightly puke at certain moments.

It wasn't long until he approached a big and dangerous nuclear power plant, but he didn't stop speeding and not even his driver could stop him!

He used all his speed force and gave a mighty crash into the plant, triggering the all-powerful nuclear energy and thus causing the whole plant to explode and eventually the entire Island of Sodom to explode as well.

Well, what can we say? I guess Tummus had no ability to control his issues, of which he seemed to have a complete fuck load of. Oh, well. That's the end.