Hello, how are you feeling today? I might as well ask you now, especially if you're homosexual, Chinese, Russian, English, Communist, Satanist, a Beatles fan, a Democrat, or even a Christian yourself, because you're going to need some politeness to get you through the following fanfiction. I did not write this myself, all credit goes to Thomas Finnegan William Brown.
Thomas: This is my new fan-fiction. We see that.
Jesus: And a fine one at that. Well, this chapter is short, so it's definitely an improvement over the last fic.
Thomas: And who will punished on Judgement day? Golly gee, I just can't decide! Could it be the stereotyping jackass? The xenophobic psychopath? The misdirected misogynist? Nah, can't be, they're all pure and holy. Must be that misunderstood teenage girl with a crush on her female classmate, the civil rights activist, and the sweet nerd that tries to find a scientific explanation for everything.
Jesus: Atheists, gays, liberals, and lesbians.
Thomas: Thankyou for answering that. Amen.
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It was 1918, John Lennon wasn't alive yet walked through the halls happy about what he had just done. Becoming one of the most popular bands in history? With the help of Satan and a few evil false gods, he had managed to take over Russia. Well, I'm sure the Beatles had die-hard fans in every country, but they did that through music, not with the aid of Satan. He will turn everyone to the way of communism, where everyone was equal. In a financial sense, at least. Pity that would never work. But this was a lie. John Lennon decided that he had to force everyone to worship Satan and the evil Roman gods Jupiter and Parodies.
His next task was to talk to his enslaved people. He walk out onto the bloomy, and saw all the people, all of them Christian. And he looked out at them.
"We all live in a yellow submarine!"
"Execute them all. Burn them and then send then to the lamas. Here's a llama. There's a llama. And another little llama. Fuzzy llama, funny llama, llama, llama, duck. I am a Satanists, and only atheists, Satanists, gays and lesbians will live in my country. Population will dwindle pretty damn fast. Now bloody die!" he yelped!
I was once a treehouse. I lived in a cake.
Everyone ran around panicking. But they never saw the way, the orange slayed the rake. They all prayed to god as the satanic shoulders I wasn't aware femurs were lethal. killed them. Now I'm only three years dead, but I told a tale. And know listen, little child, to the safety rail. Knowingly to all those that managed to escape, God and his eternal son Jesus Christ had a plan for them. He was going to send profit please not Jerry, please not Jerry who would free them from John Lennon`s weevil grip. That person was going to be the Prayer Warrior Percy Jackson and his friend Grover and Anna Beth. Didn't both of them die already in Evil Gods Part One?
Okay.
Did you ever see a llama?