Sentence Stories - This is a fun one.

Relatively simple, just add onto the story, maximum of one sentence each post. I'll start.


Once upon a time, there lived a lonely pootis heavy.

 

Okay, the following is my one sentence:
Despite his loneliness, he lived well, this heavy, although it could be said that his quality of life was reduced by his penchant for frequently and rapidly eating sandviches made of lettuce, tomato, Swiss cheese, and a substantive meat that could be either ham or bologna--he wasn't quite sure what meat it was, but the point was that there was meat in the sandvich to go along with the lettuce and tomato and Swiss cheese, because a sandvich without meat would not be a sandvich at all--a habit which, over a period of approximately two months--give or take a few days--caused the heavy to gain a considerable and unhealthy amount of weight, which, by the way, gave credence to the man's unfortunate nickname, a nickname that--much to the heavy's dismay--others began to call him scornfully, although it cannot be said that the heavy was undeserving of this criticism, for he refused to stand up straight and properly exercise his major muscle groups--that is, until the day when a white dove--a dove which the heavy later discovered to be named Archimedes--flew through his window and delivered a small note, which read, "If you're unhappy with your body image and want to make a change, start dancing today!"

 

And so, the unhealthy man put on his ammo sash and walked out the door, to the battlefield, today however, was different as he didn't fight-he danced the conga, and nobody started to fire at him, so he continued, and later others joined him, some people defending him from the conga-killer menace.

And thanks for keeping your sentence short, Khan.