His Horny Troll

His Horny Troll desperately craved for a bottle of wine that they would often play with. It would have been a strange undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who thinks it was exciting. Who would have imagined, a bottle of wine being the thing opted for.

His Horny Troll wanted a melon that they would occasionally put down their trousers. It might have been a fairly extraordinary undertaking, to my children, but not to the Troll, who expected that this idea was miraculous. Remarkably, a melon would be the thing that was chosen.

His Horny Troll craved for a cup that they would occasionally embrace. One might consider this to be a fairly strange undertaking, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who expected it would be magnificent. A cup would be the thing that was opted for.

His Horny Troll desperately needed a big sponge to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should have been a fairly unusual undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Troll, who felt that it was in fact, miraculous. Strangely, a big sponge was the thing that was selected.

His Horny Troll desperately needed a bag of poop to put in the bath with him. This seems a fairly different action, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was simply life. Who would have thought, a bag of poop is the item that was chosen.

His Horny Troll desired a helmet that they would occasionally annihilate One might find this to be a weird operation, to everybody you know, but not to the Troll, who expected it was awesome. A helmet was the item that was opted for.