This was purely an experiment to see if I, whilst stuffing myself with beer and buffalo wings, could write a Superbowl story with a troll in it, while watching the Superbowl. It is pretty feeble, but it was also fun. And rude. Very rude. And crude, let me not forget crude. So, if anyone would like to read it, send me an email to that effect, stating that you are an adult and that you understand this is rude and crude. Use the word crude at least 3 times, please.
Following are the first few non-crude lines.
Did I mention that there are some rude parts? 
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“Ladies and Gentlemen, Superbowl XXXIX!”
Under the bridge the troll listened intently.
And who was the Tuskeggee Airmen anyway? Did they win the bowl one time? They did have tusks, after all. And an air game. Maybe they was old players they trotted out one last time. Pathetic.
Hunkered down he prodded the tuner with one gnarly claw.
On the treadmill, a human whimpered, but continued to step forward, driving the flywheel to a generator.
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