/I was writing a Christmas-themed story today, but I've decided not to upload it right away, and instead fill you up with this shitty filler./
McCree was walking around the city, looking for a public toilet, but some gay-ass idiot approached him and started talking crap.
"Oh my GOD!" the guy exclaimed, "Are you the famous McCree from Overwatch?"
"The one and only!" McCree smiled, "You want an autograph?"
"No, I only want to ask you a few questions, mister McFaggot."
"What? Oh, umm, very funny. I've gotta go, see ya."
"No, for real mister McBarebottom, I need to ask you some important questions."
"*sigh* alright, what do you want? Make it quick, I've gotta take a shit."
"I'll be sure to make it quick, mister McAnal."
"…"
"First question: What do you think about memes with sad frog, otherwise known as Pepe?"
"I think they suck."
"Alright." The guy noted the answer on his notepad, "Next question: Are you a faggot?"
"No. What the fuck are those questions?"
"Okay, last question, mister McCreemshimself: What is your opinion on Sombra's ass?"
"10/10."
"Thank you. But!" he stopped McCree just when he was about to leave, "I've got one more personal question, could you answer that as well?"
"Fine, whatever, but it will be your fault if I shit myself."
"No worries mister McPieceofshit, this one's simple: Do you like to take a shit from time to time?"
"Yes. In fact, I'm about to shit myself, thanks to you."
"Oh my gosh, mister McMister, I didn't mean to."
But McCree took off his pants, turned around, and a giant ball of shit shot out like a rocket from his asshole, smashing that weird guy and destroying half of the city.
McCree then put his pants back on.
That was very relevant, the story wouldn't make any sense without that line.
THE END
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