It was a stormy Tuesday afternoon and all Flora could think about were cows. But enough about that cow whore, Flora. And more about the awesome super hero esque LUKE! The last time we heard from Luke, he had jumped out of the really awesome hideout Clive had on top of that really really tall building using his pumpkin pie parachute.
"Trololol," said Luke, for he had escaped his possible love interest and rapist. Luke feels that Clive is a bit too obsessed with Romeo and Juliet. He had become even more suspicious when upon arriving at one regural therapy session, his therapist was passed out on the floor with a dagger on the floor next to him.
GOD LUKE, HOW DID YOU NOT SEE THAT IT WAS CLIVE AT THIS POINT. Luke, I swear to gottis. I feel bad for laughing at those nuns who gave you to me now when they said they had dropped you on your head at least a dozen times. Anyway. Luke was all happy and stuff like a German tourist in Canada. Then he realized. duh duh duh, that his parachute was not a parachute. It was really just a pumpkin pie. "Luke?" said Luke for no apparent reason. He was falling towards the ground like, really fast. Luckily, there was an ocean to break his fall and SPLASH, Luke fell into it, smiling. All the kings fishes and all the kings men could not put the pumpkin pie back together again. Luke smiled at the fish and the fish smiled at Luke. "Hallo," said one fish that looked a lot like Clive and so much like Clive that Luke cried a single tear. "HALLO," said the handsome but a little bit mentally retarded Luke. He could talk to animals and that's pretty cool I guess. And then Luke had an identity crisis because he thought he was Clive. All of a sudden, Luke swam to the surface, but it's okay because he could hold his breath for a really long time. Luke was secretly an otter. Luke was an otter kind of, okay? So he was at the surface and stuff, and he saw an island not too far away and it was made of dead whale corpses. It kind of smelled, but Luke was used to smelly things.
~~~~~ to be continued!
"Trololol," said Luke, for he had escaped his possible love interest and rapist. Luke feels that Clive is a bit too obsessed with Romeo and Juliet. He had become even more suspicious when upon arriving at one regural therapy session, his therapist was passed out on the floor with a dagger on the floor next to him.
GOD LUKE, HOW DID YOU NOT SEE THAT IT WAS CLIVE AT THIS POINT. Luke, I swear to gottis. I feel bad for laughing at those nuns who gave you to me now when they said they had dropped you on your head at least a dozen times. Anyway. Luke was all happy and stuff like a German tourist in Canada. Then he realized. duh duh duh, that his parachute was not a parachute. It was really just a pumpkin pie. "Luke?" said Luke for no apparent reason. He was falling towards the ground like, really fast. Luckily, there was an ocean to break his fall and SPLASH, Luke fell into it, smiling. All the kings fishes and all the kings men could not put the pumpkin pie back together again. Luke smiled at the fish and the fish smiled at Luke. "Hallo," said one fish that looked a lot like Clive and so much like Clive that Luke cried a single tear. "HALLO," said the handsome but a little bit mentally retarded Luke. He could talk to animals and that's pretty cool I guess. And then Luke had an identity crisis because he thought he was Clive. All of a sudden, Luke swam to the surface, but it's okay because he could hold his breath for a really long time. Luke was secretly an otter. Luke was an otter kind of, okay? So he was at the surface and stuff, and he saw an island not too far away and it was made of dead whale corpses. It kind of smelled, but Luke was used to smelly things.
~~~~~ to be continued!