remember next year, wow…” Fitted and Fly sang to the school as they fought the undead. It was like nothing the Mestre had ever seen, so, he got up and popped his junk like a stripper with his eyes shut… Lucky said, “God have mercy, and give us strength.” And the Lucky network twisted and shot off like fireworks. The mutant count increased. The magic Hat was perfect for them to use their Capoeira techniques. The zombies were pissed they couldn’t eat the humans anymore, so, they all went after Lucky… Holy gear appeared on the people, and Vogue ran in the front door grappling and wrestling demons. She was wearing like mixed martial arts gloves. ♫°
(♪IRRRRRH♪…♪BOOM♪) the ceiling creaks like something heavy was being moved around on it. Everybody stopped and looked up. A giant faun stepped into the building and it was awarded many bots, or should I say it stepped into my pockets…He was a bot who wasn’t supposed to arrive until the last scene. “HAAHHH!” We were ready this time, we sniped them first. “AMBUSH!” yelled a Hollowbot who was filming via 4D. “ENEMY MULTI-D. (FILMING!) MOVE IN! (ENGAGING!)” they operated in packs like wolves. Most of the inexpensive bots dissolved and the Hollowbots flew into the dragon along with the pulverized wreckage. The pipes snapped and the dragon laughed. Bot Fitted and Bot Fly's sirens sounded. I slapped the dragon with a melee bar and snatched its skin off. My bots amount increased...For no f’’’ing reason! Then, I look into my surround belt- “SH’’, MAN...SPEAK IN TONGUES...MY HALO!” A dragon's ass trying to squash me alive! As my followers laughed and bit their Hollowbotic fingernails, I gawndihowled. “Hahaha.” A spy-cherub chuckles and flies into the shot wearing a demolition cape. “Poow, moowv, doowd!”
“AHAA!” Pooh laughed harder and ignored his dad. “WHI'-WIDOW-DHH! (AAA!)” broiling halo and white dust clouds knock Pooh off the view! You could tell he was far away, because he screamed again and it was all like distant. The cinematographer bots were having a conversation about the cupids. "Dude, spy-cherubs crap gummy bears. I saw it!"
"HAHAHA-What?! They do not!"
"That's a myth, we don't crap!"
Little-Azarban hops onto Groove’s lap, strains, and groans. "AGGGGGG." to Groove's surprise, there was a single gummy bear in his diaper when he checked. One of the hollownauts celebrated. “OHHH! TOLD YOU! IN YOUR FACE!”
Gawndihowl morph…
(The ‘shoesick’ narrator audio plays) ♫° [Guest285: Fat guy- You look like ice cream. Megavanitits: Hi, Hun... Guest285: Are you ok? i'll protect you. Megavanitits: Take me in private and i'll tell you. Guest285: Cheap guy- tell me a little bit about yourself first. Megavanitits: Take me in private show first. :) Guest285: Romantic guy- Seriously, i'm dying to know how to make you tingly. I bet you are so warm and softly gentle on me. Guest285: Funny guy- Jesus Christ! Way too many guys! - I'm outta here! Megavanitits: >< @$#% GRRR! Guest285: Lazy guy- this isn't an excuse- I ain't goin' nowhere, baby! Guest285: Honest guy- you're hotter than any chic I ever seen in any porn! Guest285: Gangster guy- you work for me, and I gotta pay you, 'uh? Guest284: Police Guy- That fool lost his mind. Megavanitits: Hi, baby :) Guest285: Dead guy- I really wish I made better choices. Megavanitits: I like dead guy, that's hot LOL Guest284: disgusting, i'm rebooting. Guest285: Fun guy- see we can be happy without private. Guest285: I like you I want to marry you, ya know? I don't care, I just want to give you the world, ya know? When I go platinum, of course. Guest284: n’’’’, don't nobody wanna play yo' horny ass music! Guest285: emotionless guy- n’’’’, who f'''in' asked you? You Nostradamus, now? She may not like me now, but, i'll make it where she never has to do this sh’’ ever again! Megavanitits: No, stay, I like all the guys. You're funny :)] She screamed and two guys with assault rifles barge in and grab her. Marlynn's heart fell, and he grew vigilant. He was deep in love. He was going to save her and find out her real name. Well, at least that's what he thought. “OK, God, you're not gonna let me die...” At just sixteen years old, he wasn't able to do much- he had no money, no car, no friends. He was just a lonely geek with a knack for writing funny sh’’. He was skinny and not very physically strong. He ran away from home. It was brave, but lust- that lust kicks ass. Yet, how heroic- he was dying in the wilderness one cold night when his fate drastically shifted in his favor. He was about to eat a bug, already tasting exhaustion, when he was stalked by an angel of Axe. Rosebush knew there was nothing waiting for Marlynn in New Mexico, besides the daughter of Satan, Vanity, and her pet Moonnaut chupacabra! Although Marlynn was a nerd, who never struck anyone as heroic or strong, deep down, he was magical... Have you ever thought about life and asked yourself (What happened to the magic?) I think it all went into Marlynn’s heart! Rosebush summoned a bot-fisherman, who fed Marlynn and taught him to fish. She knew she had to keep Marlynn moving, realizing that her next plan would bring the lad holy treasures and supernatural power. The bot cried when he was asked to ditch him and recycle! Two hikers saw Marlynn and wanted to meet him. Yet, when Marlynn turned to them to introduce himself, they saw a large hairy figure appear behind him. “Well, you guys aren't all that bangin' yourselves,” Bigfoot taps Marlynn on the shoulder. He turns around, “TRAITORS-AA!” Bigfoot yanked the boy off his feet and pinned him on the ground. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE, KID.”
“DON'T EAT ME, DUDE! Take it easy, I was just seeing if you wanted some fish, that's all, my hairy brother....” So he let Marlynn go and stood up. Marlynn gasped and Bigfoot took a few steps away, then he turned around saying, “Hey, you know how to fix a laptop? Follow me.” As they headed for Bigfoot's camp, Marlynn says, “What kind of laptop is it?”
“I have internet, but it's moving slow as all outdoors.”
“Oh, dude, I thought you had one of them prehistoric-old busted up heavy-ass two hundred pound sh’’s with the antenna.”
“Hell naw...”
“It's probably like to many junk files, then. Hey, how much would you pay me to fade you down? Boy, you ain't gettin' no woman with fur in yo' ass. Oh! - I almost forgot the fish, my n’’’’.” Marlynn snatches up his catch and walks with the Sasquatch. Bigfoot's camp was full of expensive hunting gear, there was a luxury RV and handheld TVs switched to children's educational programs. “MAN, YOU WATCH SESEME STREET?!”
“YEA, how do you think I speak so well?”
“OH, ok...MAN! WHERE YOU GET ALL THIS SH’’?!”
“I steal it from campers.”
“So you just scare people away and jack 'em?”
“Pretty much, yea. But, out here, there's a carnivore on the loose. Have you ever heard about the chupacabra?”
“Shoot his ass; you got a crossbow right here, sh’’...”
“No, he's very fast. I can't, but he can't find me. He can smell you from very far away. And I just want you to be careful, here.”
“Man, forget Chupacabra, runnin' 'round bitin' livestock. Check it out- what kind of cereal does chupacabra eat for breakfast?” Bigfoot smirks, having so much hatred toward the wild creature, unable to resist. “What?”
“Chicken pops!” Bigfoot laughs. “Isn't that why they call him chew-pacabra? I'm serious, man. I mean, what does he get sick with, mad chow disease? (HAAAHAAAHAAHHAA!) I bet when he was born, he didn't hatch out of the egg, he ate the shell and found himself in a world of trouble.” Bigfoot falls weak laughing his lungs off, rolling around on the ground. “I'm serious man, it ain't funny. Get yo' big ass up. Don't be sad for the cow he just killed, it died from lookin' at this ugly thing not from the huge bite marks on the ribs. It passed out way before anything physical. If you see the chupacabra call the authorities right away! Yeah, if I don't take a cardiac arrest right away! I mean you gotta eat like he eats if you're as ugly as he is...” It stormed later that night, the Sasquatch slept in his normal spot- outside. Marlynn took advantage of the RV space. A television left on blasting high fidelity audio as Marlynn got the best sleep he had in months.♫°
In the dark, as the lightning flashes, a silhouette of a male figure was just standing there, between the trees, ne
ar the left of the RV. “CUT!” I shouted... It was Vlad. I knew, only Vlad would show up somewhere lookin' like a vampire. He had on a long leather coat with rings and all kinds of jewelry. “WHAT THE HELL...DO YOU WANT?”
“I'm here to drraft a-Superr Marrlynn, I saw a-that he has-a no men-a-torrr.”
“YOU CAN'T DRAFT HIM; HE'S THE WRITE ARMOR, YOU IDIOT! IF YOU’D TURN YOUR DAMN WINDOW ON AND STOP BEING SO OLD SCHOOL, YOU WOULDN'T BE HERE MAKING MY SET SMELL LIKE PARMESON GARLIC BREAD!” yells Bot Sasquatch. Vlad stares at the furious Bot... “Vwhat an id-diot; Who in the world is this punk?!” Vlad's an officer. His rank is just as high as Zybu, Groove, Demo, and Azarban's. He's been filling gaps since long before Bot Sasquatch existed. When Groove looks at Vlad, seeing Vlad has gawndihowled and looks a lot younger than normal, he hollers laughter at Vlad. He starts taking snapshots, playing replays, and assigning wallpapers. Vlad was always the one who despised morphing; He was always on a power trip, like – I don’t need to change - now he’s morphed. We stopped for the day and fought our way back to the Super Amolvian border. An illegal gauntlet was in full effect, but a giant golden calf named Bully and a human named Abed-nego
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