My Troubled Troll

My Troubled Troll desperately needed a block of cheese that they would often watch for 10 minutes every morning. This seems a fairly peculiar thing to do, to you, but not to the Troll, who expected that this idea was awe-inspring. Honestly, a block of cheese was the chosen item.

My Troubled Troll desperately craved for a lava lamp that they would sometimes sleep with. This is certainly a bizarre operation, to you, but not to the Troll, who feels that the idea was out of this world. You wouldnt have imagined, a lava lamp was the chosen item.

My Troubled Troll carried a rubber chicken that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. This might appear to be a surprising approach to life, to many, but not to the Troll, who expected that it was in fact, awe-inspring. A rubber chicken having that done to it

My Troubled Troll looked for a bottle of coke that they would occasionally embrace. It is an odd action, to many, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was sublime. Honestly, a bottle of coke was the thing that was chosen.

My Troubled Troll owned a stapler that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. One might consider this to be a fairly new thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is miraculous. Remarkably, a stapler would be the thing that was chosen.

My Troubled Troll always had with them a computer that they liked to eat. This might appear to be an unusual undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who thought that the idea was the most awesome idea. Honestly, a computer is the item to opt for.