::Jinny-Chan Piss Ups: What Really Could Happen in Tekken 6::
What now? Oh dear! Another Tekken tournament about monkeys with rabies shoving up their monkey dongs while urinating to Aqua. What's everyone been up to since the tournament Jinny-chan won? Jinny celebrated by sandpapering his balls with feathers made of razors and said something about nothing about something to do with nothing or something. But don't get me wrong, he DID say something about something to do with nothing. As soon as he razor bladed his rectum he screamies: "OMG I wonny da tournamentz innit! Bo let'z go bombin to celebrate mah top dog positionings!"
You guessed it. The Mishima Zaibastu had been ghettoed up! Everyone was forced to wear 200 speakers upon their boxers while doing the cha-cha and singing the national anthem was going to be 50 Cent, but he had another film to do about shooting mutated weasels with mutated love-swords. And that's pretty damn selfish, considering he has bullets to spare! So they phoned S-Club, but they exploded fish entrails. Boohoo. Jin got pissed so he decided a ghetto bombing was in order to make fabric more comfortable on his throne.
Meanwhile there was like a tomb and some girl or something did a door. Zafina was thrusting against a door sexily, because the door was screaming for it like a bitch. Oh. The door exploded suddenly and Zafina sobbed milk. "No! A/S/L?!" she screamed hornily, pulsating a vein like a lasso. The door sobbed blue tears because mascara sales were low. She'll have to enter Tekken now cause I have a hernia and inside the double doors of her hearts desire was some jumping thing called Azazel or nothing. "I loved your crumbly mayonnaise sauce feel!" she cried, as Azazel jumped like a monkey on herpes. "Lyk dawg, get out the way! I'z got a dat with my hernia screening cause the strange chocolate pudding is a-coming but thou did this horny simpleton!"
Zafina stopped pouring lemon zest in her eyes. "A/S/L?"
"LOL. 1000000, dunno, right here, right now!"
"OMG! How did yoo get oot da tomb? Neva mind! I wany your crystal in my stable now honey!" Zafina spat amorously, spewing a hairball and tumbleweed the size of the cast of Brookside. Then Paul Shane floated and the scene was slow-mo black! Mister Shane! Take it away!
"Yoo neva close yoo eyes anymore when I kiss your lips-hip-hippppps!" he retched happily, "And there'z no tenderness like before in your finger tip-he-he-hips! You're tryin' hard nut 2 show it, babeh! But babeh, babeh I knnnnnow! Yoo lost dat loving feeling…."
Zafina was pissing with amazement. "OMG!! Wot yoo tryin' 2 tell me?"
Ken Barlow snorted blood on her in a song and dance: "OMG yoo must put yoo jizz in da new tournamentz. OMG!"
OMG! Zafina jazzed on some roasted tomato! Shit, shit LOL.
Den somewhere in Spain or somewhere there was sum1 diggin outside a church that got boombed. Miguel Caballero Rojo dug his head in a tombstone, which was like so gay or homophobic or haemophilic. NO! LOL! Den he forgot his sister was getting married to the creator of Medieval MSN. He could recall when his rabies infested sis turned into a stray dog and said:
"Omg hermano. I lyk get marries!"
Miguel threw his stray dog sis in hesitant hermaroids and sexily growled something in chicken dialects while posting the incident on MSN to Phil Mitchell and Marilyn Manson. That's because Miguel is sexy and you're not! That's just the way it goes bitch! Sergei Dragunov will have words!