Kitten Mittsurugi never even heard the neighborhood bully creeping up behind him until it was too late...
Hiramo Takananasuke's high pitch squeel was the last thing cowgirl boobies expose ever heard, as he whizzed past her in his ongoing quest for justice, and a decent pair of pants. he thought he heard a snide comment about his blue underwear, so he did what he does best, (besides run marathons), he cut her melon off. but he left the twins alone.... because he is a gentleman.
I present to you... *drum roll* the Unfortunately Placed Rock of Doomy Doom! *applause*
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And with a slight TINK!, Zemo-Boy the Unemotional valiantly defeated his nemesis, the Unfortnately Placed Rock of Doom. But was it truly alive to begin with? As the guts spilled out, all he knew was his heart said...maybe.
Sometimes siblings fight. But this is different. Even Zemo Boy the Unemotional could not fight the Little Sister (Bioshock unrelated), the small creature of hell that preys on teenage boys.
I present to you, the Little Sister (Bioshock Unrelated)
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Forgot all about this thread oh lord. Scribble something quick to keep it going.
Mr. Lighter knows the only way to kill a monster is to burn it to ash.
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The Evil Dancing Baby blows up a nearby gas station (just for kicks) and nonchalantly tosses the lighter into the flames as he walks away.
I think I might be going to hell for this. In fact, it's most likely I'm going to hell for this.
The evil baby fell victim to the Creeper. A traveller between worlds. An cannibal entity that preys on the young and the weak.
Omnom, the Creeper is happy tonight.
Omnom found out, all too late, that the Evil Dancing Baby had previously been poisoned by--THE POLKA DOT SPY.
And then God said, "Let us make man in our likeness and our image. Let us make him ridiculously hard to draw so that poor artists everywhere will have to spend 10,000+ hours failing repeatedly before they can begin to capture the form and likeness onto a two-dimensional surface." And there was man. And it was good. And artists everywhere lost their minds.
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