Call Of Stupidity
By
Dim Moon Author
Chapter 1:
Captain Obvious And The Stupid Platoon
Mario dashed for his life. The paratroopa was gaining on him. No, the flagpole was almost in his grasp. Almost...There...
GAME OVER.
"Screw Nintendo!" The floating chao cried, launching his DSi across the relativly small livingspace.
The hobo on the other side had just finished learning how to moonwalk and was cheering for himself, since the white bat next to him was busy with Sonic Colors. The bedragled man suffered the white hand-held to the face, litteraly knocking the dance move out of the man's head.
"Now, Ghast," The bat chimmed in without looking at the hobo."No matter how fat Mario is, or how sucky his game is, It dosen't give you permission to beat Dr. Hobo with your DSi."
The chao grunted in acknowlegment.
"Besides, you should've bought Sonic and Sega All-Stars Racing when we we're at Gamestop."
Dr. Hobo groaned in pain.
Dim paused the game.
"MEETING TIME." He stated.
The chao, the hobo gathered around the podieum the bat was standing at for no apparent reason.
"Friends, a tragedy is upon us." He sighed.
"NO!" Dr. Hobo cried. "NOT THE RASINS!"
"Calm down, Doctor. The rasins are fine. The problem is our levels of stupidity are down."
Ghast gasped.
"Yes, tragic. We must boost our levels and break the scale. We are currently at 79%...Truly an all-time low...The only way I can see is actual interfernece with the cast, but with them being in the middle of The 39 Mobian Clues Book 1, and Silver and Knuckles...I don't know."
"It's worth it. We can't have people thinking we're sane." Ghast chimmed in.
Dim mulled his options over.
"Fine. We'll go on our own Modern Warfare, instead of buying MW3. Ghast, I'm appointing you as my general. Dr. Hobo, you'll be the weapons specialist."
They saluted.
"Dissmissed."
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