Kil the *Ornaments*

We are the ▂▅█Gnome Demolition Team█▅▂. You are the Non. You must learn to fear the *Gnome*.

Shivering in a pool of acid sweat, the Gnome awakens. His pointed hat, his *fat* body, and his disgusting facial ass (cheeks, for the Uninitiated) still blue, red, and the rest of the rainbow, from an epic mouth diarrhea.
He wakes, sees a convenience store, and runs for the door. He attatches to the glass: his stinky face slaps the door window, and he begins to beat up the door with his 3 flapping butt-cheeks. A block away, the fleshy thuds calls the attention of 14 more of these un-sentient beings. Now 15 of these wastes-of-flesh were blubbering and flopping all over the sliding doors, which, if they weren't dead already, comitted suicide.
The store owner came out of his office, confused by the unnatural noises no-man-would-ever-want-to-make. He saw 15 Gnomes, abnormal buttocks flapping oh-so-unaturally in the sunlight and, in the wind of their fellow comrades. He gasped and farted simultaniously. He locked the door, barricaded it, burped it, and changed its diaper.
Once he had finished burning his key in the furnace, he began to flee through the back door, and pleaded for help... but as soon as he said "Gnome" a person who had answered his calls instantly shriviled up into something resembling a... "AARRGGGHHHHH". The store owner panicked, thinking "NO! IM CONTAIGUS" He ran off, but was seen by Gnomes that had made their nest in an fat man's beard... But at that moment, a gleaming ass grew from the ground, and crapped out a holy warrior...

A ▂▅█GnomeDestroyer█▅▂.