i send the star wars kid of youtube at him and chuck norris dressed up as yoda to kill the evil bob
they hit him with there plastic lightsabers until he looses some health and then they run away crying like little babies because they chip their nails. then bob captures them and eats them and then they hit him with their li ghtsabers from inside him before dying because of stomach acids. the monster looses some health because chuck norris has to get puked back up because he tastes bad and he is stronger so he attacks bob with a beyblade that he finds lying on the ground so bob crushes him. star wars kid gets farted out so he finds a black hole lying on the ground beside the bey blade and chuck norris so he uses the black hole on bob and bob dissapeares to a different dimension but chuck norris gets sucked in to and has to fight bob alone. chuck norris pulls out a real lightsaber and so does bob. they fight to the death and then all of a sudden dora the explorer pops up and shouts HOLA so chuck norris and bob run away from dora and fight somewere else. bob gets chuck norris on the ground and says
chuck norris i am your father
chuck norris shouts
NNNOOOOOOOO
and then stabs bob and bob evaporates into a cloud of dust that makes anther black hole so chuck norris gets sucked up and all of a suddon a fat person is rolling towards him so he has to run away only to be eaten by star wars kid THE END
yes madman I have a feeling it'll get locked soon, however i'll enjoy it while it lasts. WARNING! WARNING! PSYCOLYPTIC SEQUENCE ENITIATING IN 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
God: It's... OVER NINE THOUSAND!!!1!111!111! Gabriel: WHAT! NINE THOUSAND111!1!!!1!!!1 Jesus: OH %£@&! LET'S GET OUTTA HERE! Moses: To the Christmobile! NANANANANANANANAJESUS! JESUS! JEEESUS!
"It was TODAY. today. The day that isn't tomorrow, or yesterday, or even Thursday ... wait, today is Thursday. Well,well, we can't let that happen can we, I, ISSAC MCLEOD, KING, EMPEROR, AND RULER OF ABSOLUTELY NOTHING DEEM TODAY ... NEXT WEEK'S THURSDAY. There we go, now I feel much better. " This was the early morning thoughts of a 24-year-old Irish man named, of course, Issac McLeod. Issac arose from his bed in the Irish country side, Pure sunlight Shining through the window. Issac began his early morning routine, involving little hygiene and quite a bit of drinking. As Issac decided that he would have a break in his early morning routine of "Booze for Food" he decided to eat some cornflakes. This is where our story begins. Even though It began about 2 and 1/2 paragraphs ago, still this is where it gets interesting. Our Hero of the story, later to be psycho killer, opened up the bathroom mirror cabinet, and stated "Where the Heck beez mah cereals?" Issac then decided to go get some as he has never eaten actual for for dinner, thus never needed to get any. The Nocturnal Issac walked out of his small "middle of nowhere" home to realize A second later that one of the Migratory penguins, flying north for the Winter, got on his roof again and was hit by a lightning bolt that would have struck Issac. To make Matters more phenomenal the migratory flightless bird went flying at 500 kilometers per hour, (we are in Ireland here,) and grazed one of the hears off of his "brown as cow pie" Goatee, which was also the color of his hair and eyes. The lucky Issac shrugged off the amazing feat as this sort of thing happens often for him. He then began to merrily skip on his way, tripping over a few spent nuclear warheads along the way. When arriving at the Irish Wal-mart, (it had Green walls instead of blue,) Issac waltzed on onto the tops of the isles dancing merrily on the light fixtures between them. As Wal-Mart personnel were going to call the police he dropped down into the Isle labeled "Paint, Candy, And Cornflakes" with a small sub-message stating " On the rocks, shaken, not stirred." Issac skipped merrily down the Isle, perfectly square tiles basking in his reflection, it might have been the other way around, oh well. Issac glanced and saw a squirrel run across he swerved his "invisible" shopping cart and rammed into and old lady, there Issac began to drift and lose control. Issac rammed into the metal shelves of the isle, uprooting it from the bolted tiles, slamming into the next in a domino effect. In the steaming debris Issac spotted a box, not just any box, A Cereal box. Issac picked it up, smiled as he ran his finger across the Bio-hazard symbol with exstacy and stared into the reflective cardboard. There. Then. He saw. The Future. The Past. Reality Itself. Issac saw ... The Truth.
