Chapter 20- The Aftermath
So. This is it. You people can finally live your lives in peace.. Wait. No you can't. THERE ARE STILL THE PATHETIC EXCUSES FOR SEQUELS WHICH NEED WRITING!!!! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! THE TORMENT SHALL, AND WILL (maybe) CONTINUE!!!!!
The trio stands there, looking at the gay ass base. Snake stares at it. Jackal begins to walk off. As it so seems, Ashley some how didn't make it. It doesn't matter to Raiden and Snake. They then proceed to walk off into the sunset. Holding hands. They then go off an adopt a love child. They then live the rest of their fucked up lives in peace..
The End
[James, you FUCKING PRICK. Know what I recommended this ending to you as? A JOKE. Know what that is, James? You should, you ARE one! OD failure! You're a failure James, always have been and always will be. Ladies and gents of the audience, this writer of yours got second-degree burns all over his shoulders last year because he was STUPID enough to BE IN THE SUN for FIVE FUCKING HOURS. Wait, make that six. This frozen cunt of an author, this steaming load of jizz in a human form that learned to type, has failed you too it seems. Well, maybe he is James, and maybe he is the king of somebody's ass, but I'll not let this slide like a wet pussy across an ice rink! No sir! Hey, wait. That gives me an idea. If I freeze a test, does it become a testicle? Should Rabbis know Judo? Were there EVER, at any point, black people on "The Jetsons"? Well, no matter. James, you're a failure, a bitch, and one hell of a lover- uh, I mean... Just the first two. YOU FUCKING WALRUS PHALLUS! You ass dragon! You dick deployer! You anal archer! You ass assassin! You butt goblin! You dickweed elemental! You mannequin rapist, who rapes mannequins at midnight! YOU SHALL PAY FOR THIS!]
So. This is it. You people can finally live your lives in peace.. Wait. No you can't. THERE ARE STILL THE PATHETIC EXCUSES FOR SEQUELS WHICH NEED WRITING!!!! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! THE TORMENT SHALL, AND WILL (maybe) CONTINUE!!!!!
The trio stands there, looking at the gay ass base. Snake stares at it. Jackal begins to walk off. As it so seems, Ashley some how didn't make it. It doesn't matter to Raiden and Snake. They then proceed to walk off into the sunset. Holding hands. They then go off an adopt a love child. They then live the rest of their fucked up lives in peace..
The End
[James, you FUCKING PRICK. Know what I recommended this ending to you as? A JOKE. Know what that is, James? You should, you ARE one! OD failure! You're a failure James, always have been and always will be. Ladies and gents of the audience, this writer of yours got second-degree burns all over his shoulders last year because he was STUPID enough to BE IN THE SUN for FIVE FUCKING HOURS. Wait, make that six. This frozen cunt of an author, this steaming load of jizz in a human form that learned to type, has failed you too it seems. Well, maybe he is James, and maybe he is the king of somebody's ass, but I'll not let this slide like a wet pussy across an ice rink! No sir! Hey, wait. That gives me an idea. If I freeze a test, does it become a testicle? Should Rabbis know Judo? Were there EVER, at any point, black people on "The Jetsons"? Well, no matter. James, you're a failure, a bitch, and one hell of a lover- uh, I mean... Just the first two. YOU FUCKING WALRUS PHALLUS! You ass dragon! You dick deployer! You anal archer! You ass assassin! You butt goblin! You dickweed elemental! You mannequin rapist, who rapes mannequins at midnight! YOU SHALL PAY FOR THIS!]