There could not be a day more foul. A necromancer had hatched a decades-old scheme for world domination and formed a mass of tartar sauce into the shape of Taylor Swift, promptly infusing it with thirty years' worth of damned souls. The now-sentient blob was enchanted so that it would look and smell normal, and was sent out to hold concerts to draw in unsuspecting crowds and drain their souls to power a massive device intended to turn all humans into shambling undead minions.
Thankfully, fate had other plans for the vain necromancer. A group of heroes using devices designed to neutralize tartar sauce, known as F.I.S.H.S.T.I.C.K.S., were sent to end the menace of Tartar Swift and her shadowy master. They easily dealt with the false singer, and after using her to coat fish sticks and eat them, the went after the necromancer and brought him to justice. All had been saved!
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