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Mountainous mounds of mooshy multi-colored muffins made their way into the monstrous mummified mouth of something totally non-mini.  Murderous, mysterious, and moderately myopic, this masculine and mawkish, mammoth and maniacal monument of a Moroccan, stood still while he burped his moldy mildewish breath with a melodious moan.

The mall was now closed and men majorly minor in size to the moody and mighty non-Mexican measured their own miffed mentalities about ways they might make a go at the mind-blowing mission of moving this meaty, mean, and mechanical Mediterranean mass outside the marketing mecca they called a mall.

Maladapted and maladroit as most of the gentlemen never meant to be were, it was mandatory that a militant move be made upon the majestic non-Malaysian!   So!  The master of all the microscopic mortals, namely Michael the Mini-est (and also the town mayor), marshaled all his mighty maximum magic together and mounted a mesmerizing march of mistreatment against the matchless mendacious malcontent!   Millions and millions and millions of meek, mellow, married, unmarried, motley, mouthy, and mild-mannered miniature men moved upon the miscreant with nothing more than a mouthful of mint to meddle a melee with!

It was a markedly marginal and measly moment to meet with.  However, it was too, a multi-lateral moment!  Then again, it was also a melodramatic and mindless moment!  The whole misadventure was minded by all the media; yes, even CMM!!  Meaningless as Michael the Mini-est's mile-wide, mad, mint-mouthed mob may have appeared, somehow, yes, somehow, a magnetic mood managed to overcome them all and suddenly merriment of a monolithic nature ran like milk into every mug of the mob! Milky merriment!  I know.  Mental!  But you know what materialized?  It turned out that this misunderstood, mythical, but non-imaginary, monstrosity was middle-aged!  And with all the muffins he ate at one moment like he did, he just up and had a myocardial infarction! (heart attack)!  It was a moment to melt your mean-spirits indeed!  

Of course, multitudinous multitudes of mini men were macerated by the mass of that mean ol macho monster, when he fell to the mat, as it were.  But the main thing is that there's no moral to this story!  And what could be more moronic than that?  So have a marvelous day!