Joe opened his eyes wide and looked around. "I gotta find a clue,
just for blue. Love to find clues just for Blue. Where is the clue?"
"ON THE CEILING!" a bunch of childlike voices said.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!" Joe screamed.
"Its just us!" the voices said.
"I'M JUST LOOKING FOR A CLUE AND I HEAR VOICES!" Joe shrieked. He laid down on the floor in a fetal position and put his hands to his hears. He closed his eyes and said to him self. "This is all a dream, in a moment I will be okay. The voices will die!"
"What are you talking about Joe?" the children said.
"STOP FUCKING TALKING TO ME! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" he shouted.
Suddenly another voice, a much deeper voice said, "All you have to do is get a big gun and shoot them all!" So he did, Joe got a gun from an old pervert running a comic book store. Joe bought the gun while the old pervert named "Clancy" was looking at child pornography and nude photos of Dianna Troy from Star Trek. The old pervert smelled like cheese and used cigarettes butts. But Joe did not care, all he cared about was killing all the voices. Joe's eyes were blood shot and his fingernails were long and dirty. His hair was frizzy and messed up. He bought a rusty old shot gun and a box of bullets. The old pervert smiled and winked at him like a bright eyed school girl. He was missing quite a lot of teeth, and all the ones that were there were jagged and yellow and orange. In fact you could see all the colors of the rainbows in his mouth. Joe walked out of the stink comic book shop and passed a blue paw print on his way out. As Joe walked away the store read "Comics'n'Guns and Shit" he pulled out his gun. He cocked it, he looked around and felt a little tickle in his chest. He started to crack up. He saw an old woman walk down the side walk, she had bird poop all over her messy wool shawl. He pointed the gun to her and blew her away. Feathers flew everyway. Joe laughed in utter insanity. He ran home to his house and slammed the door with a clap of thunder.
"Hi Joe!" the voices said. Joe looked around and saw nothing. He cocked the gun and started to fire everywhere.
"DIE DEMONS!!!!" he shouted.
"Rough Rough" Blue said. She rubbed her head against his leg and he turned around.
"DIE BITCH!!!" he shot Blue in the chest. She suddenly was not so blue anymore. He saw her bloody corps on the floor. He shot her more and more, until she was nothing more than pieces of animated K-9. Her parts scattered like the pieces of a blown up Barbie doll that my friend Darcy had killed so many times. He turned around and then heard a growl. The dead blue had rose and growled at him. She chased after him and he ran into the kitchen and out the door. He walked out in the backward and a sudden downpoor of rain drenched his clothing. He walked and then saw the ground rise up. Steve's mangled corps stood up.
"YOU STOLE MY SHOW YOU SHOW STEALING BOY TOY!" dead Steve said in a monotone voice.
"DIE DEVIL!" Joe screamed. He shot Steve several times but Steve just kept walking further. Joe could barely hear himself cocking his gun due the pounding rain. Steve's shirt was covered in gore.
"BLUE SCADOO…. WE CAN DOO!!!!!!" Steve screamed. Joe shot him 3 more times with 3 loud bangs. "You got gore on my green sweater. Now you will pay!!!! $10.95 for dry cleaning!"
"I WILL PAY NOTHING!" Joe shouted. He shot Steve's head clean off. "I killed them all." Suddenly a vicious pack of zombies, hunters, and mutant dogs attacked Joe. The ripped him limb from limb. Eating him.
Umbrella Corporation
The only corporation that will destroy any smut from the airways. And have fun doing it. So for the last and final time. "YOUR ALL GOING TO DIE DOWN HERE".
"ON THE CEILING!" a bunch of childlike voices said.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!" Joe screamed.
"Its just us!" the voices said.
"I'M JUST LOOKING FOR A CLUE AND I HEAR VOICES!" Joe shrieked. He laid down on the floor in a fetal position and put his hands to his hears. He closed his eyes and said to him self. "This is all a dream, in a moment I will be okay. The voices will die!"
"What are you talking about Joe?" the children said.
"STOP FUCKING TALKING TO ME! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" he shouted.
Suddenly another voice, a much deeper voice said, "All you have to do is get a big gun and shoot them all!" So he did, Joe got a gun from an old pervert running a comic book store. Joe bought the gun while the old pervert named "Clancy" was looking at child pornography and nude photos of Dianna Troy from Star Trek. The old pervert smelled like cheese and used cigarettes butts. But Joe did not care, all he cared about was killing all the voices. Joe's eyes were blood shot and his fingernails were long and dirty. His hair was frizzy and messed up. He bought a rusty old shot gun and a box of bullets. The old pervert smiled and winked at him like a bright eyed school girl. He was missing quite a lot of teeth, and all the ones that were there were jagged and yellow and orange. In fact you could see all the colors of the rainbows in his mouth. Joe walked out of the stink comic book shop and passed a blue paw print on his way out. As Joe walked away the store read "Comics'n'Guns and Shit" he pulled out his gun. He cocked it, he looked around and felt a little tickle in his chest. He started to crack up. He saw an old woman walk down the side walk, she had bird poop all over her messy wool shawl. He pointed the gun to her and blew her away. Feathers flew everyway. Joe laughed in utter insanity. He ran home to his house and slammed the door with a clap of thunder.
"Hi Joe!" the voices said. Joe looked around and saw nothing. He cocked the gun and started to fire everywhere.
"DIE DEMONS!!!!" he shouted.
"Rough Rough" Blue said. She rubbed her head against his leg and he turned around.
"DIE BITCH!!!" he shot Blue in the chest. She suddenly was not so blue anymore. He saw her bloody corps on the floor. He shot her more and more, until she was nothing more than pieces of animated K-9. Her parts scattered like the pieces of a blown up Barbie doll that my friend Darcy had killed so many times. He turned around and then heard a growl. The dead blue had rose and growled at him. She chased after him and he ran into the kitchen and out the door. He walked out in the backward and a sudden downpoor of rain drenched his clothing. He walked and then saw the ground rise up. Steve's mangled corps stood up.
"YOU STOLE MY SHOW YOU SHOW STEALING BOY TOY!" dead Steve said in a monotone voice.
"DIE DEVIL!" Joe screamed. He shot Steve several times but Steve just kept walking further. Joe could barely hear himself cocking his gun due the pounding rain. Steve's shirt was covered in gore.
"BLUE SCADOO…. WE CAN DOO!!!!!!" Steve screamed. Joe shot him 3 more times with 3 loud bangs. "You got gore on my green sweater. Now you will pay!!!! $10.95 for dry cleaning!"
"I WILL PAY NOTHING!" Joe shouted. He shot Steve's head clean off. "I killed them all." Suddenly a vicious pack of zombies, hunters, and mutant dogs attacked Joe. The ripped him limb from limb. Eating him.
Umbrella Corporation
The only corporation that will destroy any smut from the airways. And have fun doing it. So for the last and final time. "YOUR ALL GOING TO DIE DOWN HERE".