Many years ago, a man grew a tree in the forest and from this tree grew a grue. If you're wondering how a tree can grow a grue, that's not something I can answer, except maybe the bat got confused and got stuck in a growing tree that would grow a grue that grew to be a man-grue, which is a misnomer anyway, because, well, a grue is a man-bat-thing (with maybe a little pig in there, too) and it likes to nom on things that grow. Like turnips.
But anyway, the point is that a man grew a tree that grew a grue and that man was killed by this grue. The man had children, and the grue took the children and grew them to be grues as well, which is weird because they were children in the first place, they can't be grues, hahaha. Silly grue.
When the children grew, they spread havoc around. One wrote, "When hell is overfilled, the dead will walk the earth" on a bathroom stall. The other one just peed on the seat, which was gross and unnecessary.
And overall, they didn't do what the grue wanted. I mean, they did, in that they caused mayhem amongst people in general, but they didn't, because they didn't grow to become grues.
And so that brings us to my question.
What did you ever do that was so important, you impudent turnip?