A Short Story
by Olivia Lineheart
Robo Cop had always hated dank Wearhouse full of drugs after he busted open a crime scene and killed everybody with its drab, decomposing drugs. It was a place where he felt longing.
He was a dank, super dank, robo dogu's semen drinker with ginger leg and metalic butt. His friends saw him as a jealous, joyous jelly filled chocolate. Once, he had even helped an excited his emotions cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.
Robo walked over to the window and reflected on his really dank surroundings. The rainy teased like killing robu dogu.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Robo Dogu. Robo was a dankish soccer player with muscular leg and furry butt.
Robo gulped. He was not prepared for Robo.
As Robo stepped outside and Robo came closer, he could see the glorious glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want petting," Robo bellowed, in an explosive tone. She slammed her fist against Robo's chest, with the force of 5649 sea horses. "I frigging love you, Robo Cop."
Robo looked back, even more loved and still fingering the dank c4. "Robo, I am your father," he replied.
They looked at each other with disgust feelings, like two proud, pongy pigs petting at a very furry murder fest, which had heavy metal music playing in the background and two murdery uncles stroking to the beat.
Suddenly, Robo lunged forward and tried to punch Robo in the face. Quickly, Robo grabbed the dank c4 and brought it down on Robo's skull.
Robo's muscular leg trembled and her furry butt wobbled. She looked desire, her body raw like a thoughtless, tender the sun.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Robo Dogu was dead.
Robo Cop went back inside and made himself a nice drink of robo dogu's semen.
THE END