My Fat Troll

My Fat Troll craved for a sword that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might find this to be a strange thing to do, to some, but not to the Troll, who expected it was stunning. Honestly, a sword being the chosen item.

My Fat Troll often carried a pencil sharpener to demolish. This might appear to be a fairly funny operation, to me, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion it would be fun. Honestly, a pencil sharpener being the thing selected.

My Fat Troll often carried a set square that they would occasionally smash. It would be a weird action, to me, but not to the Troll, who considered it would be wonderous. Remarkably, a set square of all things.

My Fat Troll desperately looked for a block of cheese to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It is a fairly bizarre idea, to everybody you know, but not to the Troll, who thinks that the idea was entertaining. You wouldnt have thought, a block of cheese would be the thing that was chosen.

My Fat Troll desperately wanted a bag of poop that they would often sleep with. One might find this to be a fairly bizarre thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who expected it would be magnificent. Honestly, a bag of poop is the thing to opt for.

My Fat Troll desperately needed a toilet brush to drop. This is certainly an astonishing thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was out of this world. Honestly, a toilet brush being the chosen item.