X-Avier: Renegad Angel'z Chrismaz SpektakulR
Once upon a time, on a relatively nice day...
"My fishyness, this day is so nice, the only way it could get better would be if a fish would fall from the sky and impale me with it's flavor! Ha, ha!" X-Avier said to himself. Suddenly, a small, retarded, boy came up to him. "Duhr. Me want you as friend!" "Oh my. You have no sense of GRAMMAR! It looks like I have yet another student in the world of realsz". X-Avier looked at the boy, not cing his drool and blood stained shirt. "What has happened to you, my young student?!" "Dadda mean" The boy responded. "Oh, I see, you have inflicted upomn yourself these wounds as due you past trauma. What is your name, young student?" "Er..." "Er! What a wonderful name to have been bestowed upon. Anyways, let's get on training with. First, my student Er, you need to learn the rule of I and 'E. I is great, 'E is mean. Do you understand, my young student Er?" "No." "Exellent!" Suddenly, the camera cuts out t o show several thousand bees eating a dead corpse. "AAH!!! That scary!" Er screamed. "I believe you mean 'That scary was". Now, onto lesson two! !!!!!" "AAH! That also scare was me!" "! Okay, that concludes lesson 2." The boy's radioactive brains explode, and X-avier starts on fire. "Hey! What the hell are you doing!" A large jock hollered. "I'm his bro! And you don't mess with Brutes bro!" "Please. I am already on fire. Fire is the enemy of eternety; fire lives, fire dies; fire births, fire kills. What doth fire?" X-Avier responded. Brute started to pound X-avier's face into the ground. "Ah! Why do you hurt those around you? Does it stem from intense CHILDHOOD PAIN?!!!(Cuts out to show Computer screaming "Hit him, bitch! Hit him!") Brute whimpers a little, and backs away. "How-how- how d-did you kn-know that-t-t?" He says. "Nevermind that. Where is your birther?" X-avier says. "Wh-who?" "Your mom." "Oh, she lives in that shack over there, with the other 3 kids. Now leave me alone!" Brute then runs away, crying. "What a dill pickle-ated home! I must confront this woman." He busted the door open, only to see a crying old lady. "What is wrong with you, poor, woman lady? I assume you are birther of Brute." "Oh, I don't have enough money to pay for this year's Christmas." The woman said softly. "Christ's mass? What is this 'Christ's mass' that you speak of?"
A/N: So, how do you like it? I hope to post future scenes in the near future!