it has ben long ride 2 tha air plac. donik, ashol, and katatat r exausted (odon is not exasuted, becaus is a god). ashol is eting her felings all day, eting many Hostess (TM) Twinkies (TM). is conserned 4 katata.
tha air plac is usualy empty becaus all tha air peopl r ded (exsept 4 tha midle scooler who broke kat's hart). but today, is difrent. tha deth dealers r maiking camp on one ov tha tempels. lucky, they r sleping.
"lets avoid a confrontation" katat sugests. "i am so very tried"
asshola still feels need 2 kill sometiems but she is also so very tried (evn mor tired ov living than me, tha author). "ya all rite lets get a gud nite. Odin will watch ovr us and protec us frum tha deth dealers"
katat maiks a qwik prayer 2 the God of Wisdom and Battel. then, falls unconshis imeditely. (agan)
"gudnite donik" asshola begins tha ritual of the nighttiem. "gudnite odin. gudnite, fuckwitted brudder. gudnite ded fadder. gudnite, mudder who nevr lovd me. gudnite asshola." luks at tha sleping form of kata agan. with tender, "gudnite katata"
begins 2 drift of….. but sees glowing eyes arund tha corner.
"katat waik up" trieing not 2 be destracted by her gayness, she touches katata n shaiks her 2 awaiken her.
"wat" katat gremlins crossly.
tha eyes git closer! in tha low lite, they seem 2 b attatched 2 a FAIC!
it is uglie faic, a wooman with many blemishes n uglie hairstile. she luks liek a 50s wief is 50s wief was harbringr ov the apastalypse.
in her hand, holds big razor.
"The Saw," asshola cannoot halp but to exohale in awe. tha rumors r tru. tha air peopl had it. n who was this wooman?
besied her, the Seventh Seal whimprs fear. kata piks in up n cradels in arms liek babie. (how ashole wished katar wuld hold her liek that. wipes away tear becaus katata is so compassion.)
"Hello, brave, questing mortals," tha wooman says. her voic is raspy liek düth. "I, The Keeper of The Saw, have been informed by the Gods that you are on a mission to collect four artifacts, one from each corner of the earth."
"yep dat rite" donik says. haz no fear ov strangers, becaus he banged a dragoon and had leetel donik-dragion highbride kiddos wit her. "so can we hav?"
"Foolish mortals! No, you must prove yourselves first."
"maam,uh, meess Keeper of The Saw, uh, we hav gatherd tha seel frum the mightie north" kata says n tentivly presents tha scaired seal.
"That will not be enough for me," say the scarie wooman. throws The Saw into tha sleping camp ov deth dealers!
"fuck" say asshola.
"all rite all abored!" doneky hollows!
katat jump on doik, then asshol climes on with Odin in her pockit.
tha deth dealers awaikn. Oh no! but atleast The Saw kils one ov them wen it fals in their camp.
"¡Dios Mio!" dice kataata. "¡Los comerciantes de muerte estan despiertos!" Ellos vuelan a la campamento.
Un comerciante de muerte dispara a los cuatro héroes. Asshola frijoles fuego, y ellos muertan. "¡Chupen mi pene inexistente, comerciantes de muerte!" dice Asshola.
donek swoops n weavs arund tha incompitient minyins. gener8s a mightie wind 2 send them of the clifs. 'oh no it's tha Blackened Goat Pudding Spirit! on a flieing GOAT!" tha deth dealrs yell about katata n doneky evn tho donk is nut a goat. does not evn hav tha goat beered liek ozizzle.
"in the naim of Lorb Faurquaab!" scresms a deth dealer and jumps off tha cliff holdign The Saw.
"NOOOOOOOO" asshola and katarei agony in union. kata maiks watre arm frum watre in cateen. grabs tha man, but he let's go ov The Saw!
that bueitfull, prefectly round spining razor blaid falls into tha chasmata. a glimmer of starlite on it as it disapares.
"HolD ON!" donaiky warnings. he maiks beeg dive!
all ov them screm at tha reckless move. evn odin maiks tha fear nois. tha seel is so afeared and kata holds it so clos n asshola is so afeared that she canut evn b jealis.
they desend into big chasmata. seems liek goes down 4ever which is scarie but also is gud becaus mor tiem to catch The Saw b4 is shatter into milions ov peices on the distant grund.
maik it undar The Saw. "WUT WE DO NOW? HOW CATCH?" Asahola maiks worry.
katat extends tha arm ov watre 2 catch The Saw. donik jerks 2 a halte imeditely n asshola loses balanc! Falls of!
The Saw is stuk betwen 2 roks in kata's watre grip, donik canut flie down. katat lets go ov The Saw! grabes azul with tha watre hand insted!
The Saw falls 2 obliveon az katat pulls azzhol bak onto dnkey.
"you saived me; asshol releafs. is filed with fear and is shook, but is with happie becaus katat maid her priotiry ovr The Saw. she givs katat hug without thinking abut it, 2 show her graTitude (and becaus does not want 2 fall of agan).
"we lost The Saw" kat dismesses.
but then a beeg pillar ov erth rises frum tha chasmata. on it sits The Saw! it glimmers in tha starlite agan, is in as gud as conditin as evar.
"Thank u Odin" azzul cries.
"O mightie God of Wisdom and Battle!" katat choruses.
with The Saw, they asend.