It was a cold and creepy night down in the khaki-colored Jungle Room. Elvis was getting ready to shoot a TV set for showing a commercial of his archnemesis, Col. Harlan Sanders. "Why doest thou chicken tastest so goodest? Surely, it it finger lickin' good," Elvis weeped, his nose turning a shade of rose. Getting off of his orange-flavored air mattress, the King turned to look at his autographed photo of Arnold Schwarzenegger. The two took turns benchpressing each other until Elvis passed out from exhaustion. "Good times," Elvis recalled. "Good times and noodle salad. I saved some of the noodles and keep them in a sealed glass jar by my blue Honda Accord." Elvis called out for his house elf, Tom Cruise, to bring him an indigo jumpsuit.
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