In the prehistoric ghoulash of human
stew, the
god of geesage, "geesed-ton", was sitting beneath a tree when it was suddenly struck with lightning. Geesed-ton went unconscience for quite some time, however when he awakened he found himself enlightened, and instantly realized how one could geese on another. He taught the artform of the geesage to his young apprentice, Dickson Tse, and told the young man to never use the artform against another, for he knew of its true
power. One day while Dickson Tse was on his way to Chinatown to retreive some cocktail-buns, he coincidentally crossed paths with Liye Zhang, the
god of anti-geesage. In Dickson's conscience he knew that he shouldn't use the
power of the geese, but he knew that in this situation his master would do the same. Dickson waged his geesage upon Liye, however Liye was quick to return a quick move of anti-geesage, and from that point on, the
war of geesage vs. anti-geesage was engaged. To this day, the only known
power to prevail over the
art of geesage is the
art of wombat copter.
"Oooo Nick Chun got geesed on when his grandmother queefed in his face!"
"Ahhh ferr-gaht to dooo mah dey-teyen-tion too-daaaaaaaaah...geesed!"
"You totaled your truck on the freeway, really
tho? Damn you got geesed on."
"No offense, but
Nagasaki got majorly geesed on by a
nuke in WWII..."
