Sick
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1933
Alucard ran up to Hitler and whined, "Can I be a Nazi too? PLEASEEEEEE??!"
Hitler covered his nose in disgust, "You again? I hate you. Leave. You reek of Vienna sausage." Alucard was shocked. Tears burst out of his eyes. Hitler ran away because he could not accept the smell of dead animal any longer. A veggieburger smacked Alucard in the skull, causing him to have seizures for some dumb reason 'cos, like, Alucard sucks.
Piggy tried to run after Hitler, but he couldn't. He was too heavy. His under developed legs couldn't carry all the fat and German chocolate cakes hidden under his coat. "Hey, Herr Wolf. Can I be a Nazi?" asked Piggy, batting his eyelashes to persuade Der Führer a bit more. Hitler turned around, smiled a great smile, and pinched Piggy's flabby cheeks."Aww...you're so cuute!" said Hitler. "Ja!"
-The Next Wonderful Day at a Pub-
Piggy was showing off his SS uniform to all the drunk whores. "Ja, I met Der Führer. He told me I was cute enough to become SS-Hauptscharführer right away 'cos like I'm beautifuller than all of you."
Doc was furious. "You're lying, you Scheisskopf!" He pushed Piggy, but failed at knocking him over. Piggy stuck his tongue out. "Says the man with his navel showing." Doc burst into tears. "It's not my fault nobody in Germany makes clothing that will fit over my hunchback!" This story made all the drunk men sad and then they too began crying. "I'm sorry...uhh...what's your name?"
"Doc."
"SICK. Doc, I'm sorry. Would you like to become an SS man too?"
"Ach, I don't know...I've always wanted to become a-"
"YAY! I will tell Der Führer now!"
"NEIN. LISTEN, YOU!"
It was too late. Piggy was gone...which is rather amazing. I mean, he's so fat and yet he managed to run away before Doc could slap his fat.
-Hitler's Lair-
Piggy ran up to Hitler and hugged him. "Oh, mein Führer! I met this man. He wants to join too." Hitler was disappointed in Piggy's behaviour, but he forgot about that after Piggy hypotised him with his jiggling his fat. Doc slapped Piggy and yelled, "STOP THAT!" Piggy stopped. Der Führer looked at Doc's navel then his hunchback. "Ew. Disgusting. Well, you can be a SS-Mann."
"Why is my rank so low? I must know!" demanded Doc. Piggy jiggled. Hitler became hypnotised again und changed his mind, "Alright. You can be a SS-Oberscharführer."
"YAY!" squealed Piggy and he hugged Doc.
"Sick! Get away from me!" screamed Doc.
-Some Street-
Doc and Piggy were walking down some street.
"I like being a Nazi," said Piggy.
"Sick. I don't. Everyone laughs at my hunchback," complained Doc.
"Forget about them," jiggled Piggy. Doc rolled his eyes and walked away, leaving Piggy alone. He looked around for a whore or something. "Quite a jiggly fellow, isn't he?" commented a man (WTF I don't know) from behind.
"Yes. It's frightening, actually," replied Doc.
"OMG WHAT ABOUT MY JIGGLING!" asked Piggy, jiggling some more. The jiggling. THE JIGGLING. Suddenly, the man became quiet. "Look what you've done, Piggy. You silenced my new friend! I HATE YOU!" Doc grabbed his new friend by the arm and rushed to a strip club thing. Or whatever. I don't care. God. Sadly, it was full of jiggly women. Doc covered his friend's eyes and took him to a supermarket or something. Now he could interrogate him.
"What's your name?" asked Doc, batting his eyes like Piggy did when he persuaded Hitler.
"Hans Günsche. But people call me Captain...I don't know why," replied Captain.
"Sick. My name is Doc. I don't have a real name. My mother hates me. *sob* Are you related to Otto Günsche?"
"Sick! Of course not," answered Captain with his eyes shifting all over the place. "Does your jiggly 'friend' always smell like old milk?"
"Yes."
Piggy popped up from the pile of lettuce and jiggled. "OMG! I found you! EEEEEE!" He hugged them both. Once again, Captain became quiet and gave Piggy Mason lamps.
"Damnit, Piggy! I eat lettuce!" roared Doc. He slapped Piggy. Piggy jiggled. Captain's eyes grew bigger.
A scrawny woman (at least I think it is woman) walked over to them. She commented on their uniforms, "Ohh...how handsome!" They tried not to be rude by screaming. "Are you a man?" asked Piggy. The woman, Rip, was surprised. She had never been called a man before. It almost brought her to tears. Captain patted her boney back.
"Rude!" snarled Doc. He smacked the back of Piggy's head. "Please excuse Piggy. He is too stupid to know anything."
"It's alright," said Rip. "Oh. You must meet Schrodinger."
"Oh. The Austrian scientist?"
"No. Sick."
A Hitler Youth jumped out of nowhere and hugged Piggy. "SO CUTE!" observed the boy thing.
"Are you a girl?" asked Piggy. He was deeply in love with the boy.
"No!"
"Oh. I will love you anyways."
"Yay!"
Doc and Captain couldn't help but vomit.
"Eww! DISGUSTING!" remarked the other three.
Nothing interesting happened until Hitler danced up to them. Piggy, being Piggy, was in the way of Der Führer, and was stepped all over.
"WTF OW!!" cried Piggy. Hitler was too into the dancing to hear the cries of pain. "Anyone who can, like, make 5,472 vampires out of nothing can, like, be set free, man..."
Doc was so happy. He'd been researching on that for 2 months. "I'll do it, mein Führer!" Laughing came from the distance. He sobbed. "No, really! I can do it!" The laughing became louder. Doc had no choice but to pull out his demented fetus vampire in a jar from his coat. The laughing stopped. Everyone began to cry.
"Ew!! Very well. Here is 2 pfenning," sighed Hitler. Then he danced away.
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To be continued and stuff. I'm very sorry. Not. AHHAHAHSFDGADH
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1933
Alucard ran up to Hitler and whined, "Can I be a Nazi too? PLEASEEEEEE??!"
Hitler covered his nose in disgust, "You again? I hate you. Leave. You reek of Vienna sausage." Alucard was shocked. Tears burst out of his eyes. Hitler ran away because he could not accept the smell of dead animal any longer. A veggieburger smacked Alucard in the skull, causing him to have seizures for some dumb reason 'cos, like, Alucard sucks.
Piggy tried to run after Hitler, but he couldn't. He was too heavy. His under developed legs couldn't carry all the fat and German chocolate cakes hidden under his coat. "Hey, Herr Wolf. Can I be a Nazi?" asked Piggy, batting his eyelashes to persuade Der Führer a bit more. Hitler turned around, smiled a great smile, and pinched Piggy's flabby cheeks."Aww...you're so cuute!" said Hitler. "Ja!"
-The Next Wonderful Day at a Pub-
Piggy was showing off his SS uniform to all the drunk whores. "Ja, I met Der Führer. He told me I was cute enough to become SS-Hauptscharführer right away 'cos like I'm beautifuller than all of you."
Doc was furious. "You're lying, you Scheisskopf!" He pushed Piggy, but failed at knocking him over. Piggy stuck his tongue out. "Says the man with his navel showing." Doc burst into tears. "It's not my fault nobody in Germany makes clothing that will fit over my hunchback!" This story made all the drunk men sad and then they too began crying. "I'm sorry...uhh...what's your name?"
"Doc."
"SICK. Doc, I'm sorry. Would you like to become an SS man too?"
"Ach, I don't know...I've always wanted to become a-"
"YAY! I will tell Der Führer now!"
"NEIN. LISTEN, YOU!"
It was too late. Piggy was gone...which is rather amazing. I mean, he's so fat and yet he managed to run away before Doc could slap his fat.
-Hitler's Lair-
Piggy ran up to Hitler and hugged him. "Oh, mein Führer! I met this man. He wants to join too." Hitler was disappointed in Piggy's behaviour, but he forgot about that after Piggy hypotised him with his jiggling his fat. Doc slapped Piggy and yelled, "STOP THAT!" Piggy stopped. Der Führer looked at Doc's navel then his hunchback. "Ew. Disgusting. Well, you can be a SS-Mann."
"Why is my rank so low? I must know!" demanded Doc. Piggy jiggled. Hitler became hypnotised again und changed his mind, "Alright. You can be a SS-Oberscharführer."
"YAY!" squealed Piggy and he hugged Doc.
"Sick! Get away from me!" screamed Doc.
-Some Street-
Doc and Piggy were walking down some street.
"I like being a Nazi," said Piggy.
"Sick. I don't. Everyone laughs at my hunchback," complained Doc.
"Forget about them," jiggled Piggy. Doc rolled his eyes and walked away, leaving Piggy alone. He looked around for a whore or something. "Quite a jiggly fellow, isn't he?" commented a man (WTF I don't know) from behind.
"Yes. It's frightening, actually," replied Doc.
"OMG WHAT ABOUT MY JIGGLING!" asked Piggy, jiggling some more. The jiggling. THE JIGGLING. Suddenly, the man became quiet. "Look what you've done, Piggy. You silenced my new friend! I HATE YOU!" Doc grabbed his new friend by the arm and rushed to a strip club thing. Or whatever. I don't care. God. Sadly, it was full of jiggly women. Doc covered his friend's eyes and took him to a supermarket or something. Now he could interrogate him.
"What's your name?" asked Doc, batting his eyes like Piggy did when he persuaded Hitler.
"Hans Günsche. But people call me Captain...I don't know why," replied Captain.
"Sick. My name is Doc. I don't have a real name. My mother hates me. *sob* Are you related to Otto Günsche?"
"Sick! Of course not," answered Captain with his eyes shifting all over the place. "Does your jiggly 'friend' always smell like old milk?"
"Yes."
Piggy popped up from the pile of lettuce and jiggled. "OMG! I found you! EEEEEE!" He hugged them both. Once again, Captain became quiet and gave Piggy Mason lamps.
"Damnit, Piggy! I eat lettuce!" roared Doc. He slapped Piggy. Piggy jiggled. Captain's eyes grew bigger.
A scrawny woman (at least I think it is woman) walked over to them. She commented on their uniforms, "Ohh...how handsome!" They tried not to be rude by screaming. "Are you a man?" asked Piggy. The woman, Rip, was surprised. She had never been called a man before. It almost brought her to tears. Captain patted her boney back.
"Rude!" snarled Doc. He smacked the back of Piggy's head. "Please excuse Piggy. He is too stupid to know anything."
"It's alright," said Rip. "Oh. You must meet Schrodinger."
"Oh. The Austrian scientist?"
"No. Sick."
A Hitler Youth jumped out of nowhere and hugged Piggy. "SO CUTE!" observed the boy thing.
"Are you a girl?" asked Piggy. He was deeply in love with the boy.
"No!"
"Oh. I will love you anyways."
"Yay!"
Doc and Captain couldn't help but vomit.
"Eww! DISGUSTING!" remarked the other three.
Nothing interesting happened until Hitler danced up to them. Piggy, being Piggy, was in the way of Der Führer, and was stepped all over.
"WTF OW!!" cried Piggy. Hitler was too into the dancing to hear the cries of pain. "Anyone who can, like, make 5,472 vampires out of nothing can, like, be set free, man..."
Doc was so happy. He'd been researching on that for 2 months. "I'll do it, mein Führer!" Laughing came from the distance. He sobbed. "No, really! I can do it!" The laughing became louder. Doc had no choice but to pull out his demented fetus vampire in a jar from his coat. The laughing stopped. Everyone began to cry.
"Ew!! Very well. Here is 2 pfenning," sighed Hitler. Then he danced away.
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To be continued and stuff. I'm very sorry. Not. AHHAHAHSFDGADH