Code Talker and the Case of the Unbreakable Code

It was another dya on Mohter Baes and Code Talekr was rolinling donw one of the lnog

bridsges that soldiers udese to travel across the bsea. He didn't like using the card board bxo

fsatast trvale system bceacuse it was hard on his knees. That's kind of useless infomration and

not at al improtantaf to tehhe plot but I guesees what I'm tryngnging to get across is that he's

really old. Code taklekr is very old. He's about 300 or somthehting like that. Everyone is just

kind of witating on him to die. Kaz has tried giving him chesess burgrress to clog his heart with

badness. But today is the day evyrreeyone has been waiting for. The death of the crochety old

man that nobody really likes that just rambeelslls about his made up parasiitites all day long.

Code talkres's wheel chair finaly came to a halut halfway across the briddge. "I feel…I feel

death," said Code talker. "Ah yes the code I've nvever benee abelee to brekea for my entire life.

The code of life and the code of death."

"I'm dying." Said Code tkelakr. "Or is it just one of the cheesebugrrers hittning my

stomach wrngnong?" An overwhelming numbing sensation was spreindg over his entireie body

and spreadintn quickly. His vidssion was going derk. He had just the strength to contect Big

Boss for one lsatas important message. "Boss I am dying please protect my researchhch from

those thates wojuld use it for thirei own nefarious purposes." Little did Code talker know he Big

Boss wasn't listening. He was busy on the animal platform. The boss always took trippss to

theat platform to clear his mind. Walking amongst his bears, addnasd zebras and such cretatues

of pure buueaty.

Hello viewers the writer of this story has passed away and now I, Big cheese the 2 nd am

taking over from here on out. Man, what a drag. Alright so lets speed this stupid thing along

who's reading this anyways? Code talker began to froth at the mouth and drown in his own

saliva. Unable to breathe he began to gag on the vast ocean of saliva and mucus coming up his

throat. What's this there's blood coming out too. Out of his mouth, out of his eyes, out of his

nose, out of he ears. What was happening to him? Overwhelming pain and sorrow filled him up

and he began to cry out. "Gagckcka! Heeggllgp meeglglg!" Birds of prey swooped down and

began picking at his body. Away at his thin flesh. Though it wasn't much it would certainly

feed their babies back at their nest. Code talker continued to scream in pure misery. The base

soldiers were so shaken by this noise that they didn't dare investigate. They just let the poor

dying animal go and let what was happening take its course. To look upon this was to be scarred

forever.

But somebody did come. It was little Shabani. A kind lad. Shabani approached the

pathetic creature and kicked it. "Glrlrlglglglg" Code talker had no more words to speak. His life

was leaving his body in every gush of saliva and blood. Shabina then proceeded to poke his

head and his finger went right through his now spongelike skull. Shabina was thoroughly

grossed out as a fountain of blood began to spew from the hole and pushed the chair off the

bridge. Code talker sank to the bottom of the ocean beneath mother base and was slowly

devoured by sea creatures of all kind. Thus is the code of life and the code of death.