Darkest Sword: Hey, Lightning Sword. I got a biscuit.
Lightning Sword: YOU CANNOT HAVE A BISCUIT!
Darkest Sword: But I bought this biscuit with my own cash.
Lightning Sword: I SAID NO BISCUIT!
Darkest Sword: I'm eaten this biscuit.
Lightning Sword: NOOOO!
Darkest Sword: That was one tasty biscuit. Wish I had unlimited.
Lightning Sword: That was not a good biscuit. It was moldy. There was a hamster on top that was some species that hasn't been seen before.
Darkest Sword: I'VE GOT SALMONELLA!
Lightning Sword: It could have been worse. You could have been bearded woman.
Darkest Sword: I need a doc-ter-er-eerrr.
Lightning Sword: I like to see-ee-ing, two.
Darkest Sword: I think I'm gonna [throwing up]...
Lightning Sword: You barfed on my COOUUUCH!
Darkest Sword: DON'T HUR-UR-URT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Darkest Sword was beaten up and taken to the hospital for salmonella, some odd disease that was created, and injuries. Painful, bloody, scare involving, disgusting injuries. Darkest Sword got the money he spent on the biscuit back and the Biscuit Shop was shut down. Darkest Sword payed for the new couch. Darkest Sword had a pudding cup. He fell asleep. Lightning Sword drew on his face. He had a handle bar mustache, round huge glasses, a handle bar beard, long eye lasses , and chest hair. Long, long, long, long, long [Ten Hours Later...] long, long, long, and long chest hair.
Lightning Sword: He he he.
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