[Erkki]

Since the 3word stroy is kind of limiting and has already turned to ubernonsense, why don't we have a story where everyone can write ... a whole sentence! I know it's a bit radical , but let's give it a shot? Since my brain hurts I can only come up with this:

Once upon a time there lived a man named Bob.

[Kolzig]

He had a plant called Chuck

[nordic_guy]

Chuck was (for the most) a nice plant.

[Firefoot]

But he still is a flesh eating plant.

[AGA]

The flesh he was most fond of was that of ex Adventure Gamers writers.

[Erkki]

But he didn't like the taste of their skin.

[nordic_guy]

It tasted like rubber.

Spoiler:

This is kind of grotesque.... :eek:

[Ninja Dodo]

So he turned to eating wombats.

[redhotray]

The plant's animalistic activities began, after Bob locked Chuck away in a dark, forbidden cellar, underneath his house.

[Kolzig]

Bob was weird but not an evil scientist.

[redhotray]

In this experiment, he had left the plant down in the cellar for a fortnight, essentially leaving it for dead, to see how it would look when he retrieved it.

[Erkki]

Spoiler:

This is one freaky coincidence. Just minutes ago I watched the movie Otesanek.

And when he went back to check on it, he was surprised how well Chuck had adapted to the situation.

[remixor]

"Great Scott!" he yelled, as he realized that Chuck had grown to a height almost twice his own.

[SamandMax]

Bob didn't know what to do, so he poured radioactive water into the plant's dirt, hoping it would grow even faster.

[Kingzjester]

"I thought my name was Chuck," said the plant after little deliberation, ignoring the radioactive water, "Not Scott - I never liked the name Scott."

[Zygomaticus]

Bob (whose real name is Robert) was taken aback by the plant's comment and reacted with swipe at the plant's head (or general vicinity thereof) to which the plant reacted with a most amazing thing.

[Kingzjester]

It ignored Bob (for after all, it was twice his height and he posed no real problem... yet).

[AGA]

Bob couldn't ignore the plant though, he went to get his trusty axe.

[Zygomaticus]

The plant, sensing his fury, readied the poison stingers and the man-eating vestige that it had developed over the course of its life, unbeknownst to Bob.

[remixor]

Bob whirled around and asked, "Chuck, you're not readying your poison stingers and man-eating vestige, are you?", to which Chuck replied that he was doing nothing of the sort, and began whistling aimlessly.