Duh. You guys are lame. Must I break this down paragraph by paragraph?!
Jerome took a brief stroll through the crystalline soul of a major reptilian beast, sick with scurvy from lack of lake fronts to envelop. The reptile's tongue had swollen to a considerable size and throbbed with a hand's green leaves and rough bark.
Is it really that hard to understand what this is talking about? Jerome is taking a pleasant little walk into the mouth of a "major reptillian beast". This is an extraordinary phrase. I love the way you worded it. It also states the current condition of the beast's tongue, which is extremely valuable piece of information.
Jerome saw a few sinking saturns, slinking along with a slither and hiss, the latter of which was significantly subdued, as if fearing the punishment of alligators and tooth cavities. Sharp words shot out from those fat slithering pompous fools, words that cut to the core of ice cream's brain tissue.
Obviously this beast must be absolutely huge if there are a "few sinking Saturns". This only goes to show how well descripted this beast is.
"Let's go back to the blathering fattiness of old," Jerome said with a pink smile. "Let's just kick the golf ball to the curb of hell's last front."
This is an interesting way to bring out Jerome's personality. Very amazingly done. "Let's go back to the blathering fattiness of old" must refer to those times when royalty was slightly pudgy. Seriously. What's not to understand? Jerome said, "Oh, screw this monstrous beast. I want to go back in time to see the old fat men!"
Duh.
The reptilian king agreed with a dunk in the pond, a pond named Askew. The name was given to it scarlet years ago, and it had accepted the honour with grace and courage, living up to its name with a giant yawn and a jumping jack. The pond had been in a few altercations with the foreign inhabitants, but had maintained a sense of security. Its gleam was as dark as the mud's first sky.
This makes our minds dive deeper into the realms of your world, Pork. "The reptillian king" is an extremely important character. How would've Jerome been able to enter the beast without the reptillian king?! The Askew Pond is a very aweosme pond, indeed. He really had to go into all of this detail just so we can see how friggen awesome it really is.
Now Jerome came to a rocket ship filled with the last survivors of the stone age. They had barricaded themselves behind the sliding door, building a city within the deep abyss of ancient bricks. Their leader emerged with a short fuse and a wide grin.
This is about the time that it gets good. As the Reptillian King and Jerome make their way to "the fattiness of old" they encounter this amazing rocket ship, filled with these amazing people from the stone age.
"Tourniquet!" he yelled. "We don't need any physicians around this flabbergasted fence. Get out of our town and jump into a brazen fingernail cloud."
Obviously these people must be quite insane, being stuck in the rocket ship for thousands of years. So this is just jibberish, and has nothing to do with the storyline. How they even know about physicians is beyond me.
Jerome was puzzled. "The statutes of Mongolia proclaim the last sound of the patriarchy. Expel yourselves from this glorious dayside, and clam yourselves up in awaiting of the highway." He spoke these words with conviction.
Jerome is presented here as a dictator. He wants these people to (written in a fabulous way) "expell themselves from this glorious dayside" and "go to the highway, where there is something waiting for them". But how, we must ask ourselves, did Jerome know about these marvolous people? Was he the one that sent the spaceship flying off in the first place?!
And because my computer is screwing everything up right now, I can't complete the critique, but I mean, how can you NOT understand what this masterpiece is about?!
-Jared
