Jazzmin Flush (15)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (15)"
   
   The foursome parted with merry exodus into opposing directions, happily going to their harbors of habitat.  Jazzmin Flush walked it, underneath neon glow of moon cheese and glittering, starlit sky shimmering fantastic.  Beyond every heavenly hobo and divine delinquent, her giving a happy nod, content with her own cool character; then, sprouted a black spot on her echo-location, a thunderous thug-like lover of misinformation materializing wickedly, obstructing her super-model strut.  "Your Barney Miller-infused Spirit of God will not detour our malevolent intent to make you miserable, paying with your life."
   Jazzmin Flush snorted with a face wiggle.  "Does your dumb demon let you outta the cage at night, all alone?"
   "I'm a troll girl--get it--a terrible troll!"
   Jazzmin Flush escorted her electric-blue spirit right through the villainous vagabond, strutting superior, till descending into her beloved basement--Swiss was waiting, whiskers twitching with eager anticipation of her soon to be spooning.  "Yeah Swiss--bleak unto themselves and passable to the sweet are the trolls.  Want some processed cheddar?"