Well Well Well,
This story has gotten reviews quicker than any other of my stories so I figured I should update it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Nintendo or Sony. I am the president though.
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Crash Bandicoot walked up and down the corridors of his little shack wondering what the hell he was to do. He was running for president in a story where the author is going to make him lose in the most humiliating way possible but he still has to act as though he was trying. In walked Cortex dressed in a business suit.
Cortex: Hey OBCT, what is it that I'm doing here again?
OBCT: Your Crash's political adviser.
Cortex: Why can't I run for president instead of Crash?
Crash: Cause I have more charisma.
OBCT: No Crash, I don't know where you got the Idea that you have charisma. The reason I didn't make Cortex run for president is I wanted to humiliate you Crash.
Cortex: HA HA!
OBCT: OK, now that we got that sorted out get to work.
Crash and Cortex: OK
Cortex: OK Crash, here is how you stand (takes out an easel from no where). See this line at the top of the popularity chart.
Crash: Yeah
Cortex: That's Mario. If it were my choice I'd be working with him and his crew but I got stuck with you. Anyway, they are out partying and getting some and that's what I want to do so see ya.
Cortex runs out door and heads to the nearest whorehouse.
Crash: (sigh) If only I had a competent team backing me, then I might look like I have some dignity.
OBCT: Stop your bitching! The death toll is rising and you wouldn't want to end up on it would you.
Crash: I beg of you, please kill me. Put me out of my misery.
OBCT: All in due time, all in due time.
A shadowy figure walks into the room.
Shadowy Figure: OBCT, could you please leave, I have to talk to Crash privately.
OBCT: You do know that I'm gonna find out anyway, I am the author remember.
SF: Oh yeah. OK I guess I'll just say it. My name is Solid Snake. I have heard that you are in an utterly hopeless election and would like to offer my services.
Crash: What kind of services?
Snake whispers in Crashes ear. A smile runs across his face.
Crash: OK you got a deal.
Crash and Snake shake hands and snake leaves the room.
OBCT: What did he say?
Crash: Not telling.
OBCT: Don't make me turn you into a Piccaso.
Crash: OK, OK, I'll tell. He is going to assassinate Mario (Starts laughing maniacally)
OBCT: Oh well, we'll just send agent Dark after him.
Did you like it? R+R
This story has gotten reviews quicker than any other of my stories so I figured I should update it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Nintendo or Sony. I am the president though.
=^=!!=^=
Crash Bandicoot walked up and down the corridors of his little shack wondering what the hell he was to do. He was running for president in a story where the author is going to make him lose in the most humiliating way possible but he still has to act as though he was trying. In walked Cortex dressed in a business suit.
Cortex: Hey OBCT, what is it that I'm doing here again?
OBCT: Your Crash's political adviser.
Cortex: Why can't I run for president instead of Crash?
Crash: Cause I have more charisma.
OBCT: No Crash, I don't know where you got the Idea that you have charisma. The reason I didn't make Cortex run for president is I wanted to humiliate you Crash.
Cortex: HA HA!
OBCT: OK, now that we got that sorted out get to work.
Crash and Cortex: OK
Cortex: OK Crash, here is how you stand (takes out an easel from no where). See this line at the top of the popularity chart.
Crash: Yeah
Cortex: That's Mario. If it were my choice I'd be working with him and his crew but I got stuck with you. Anyway, they are out partying and getting some and that's what I want to do so see ya.
Cortex runs out door and heads to the nearest whorehouse.
Crash: (sigh) If only I had a competent team backing me, then I might look like I have some dignity.
OBCT: Stop your bitching! The death toll is rising and you wouldn't want to end up on it would you.
Crash: I beg of you, please kill me. Put me out of my misery.
OBCT: All in due time, all in due time.
A shadowy figure walks into the room.
Shadowy Figure: OBCT, could you please leave, I have to talk to Crash privately.
OBCT: You do know that I'm gonna find out anyway, I am the author remember.
SF: Oh yeah. OK I guess I'll just say it. My name is Solid Snake. I have heard that you are in an utterly hopeless election and would like to offer my services.
Crash: What kind of services?
Snake whispers in Crashes ear. A smile runs across his face.
Crash: OK you got a deal.
Crash and Snake shake hands and snake leaves the room.
OBCT: What did he say?
Crash: Not telling.
OBCT: Don't make me turn you into a Piccaso.
Crash: OK, OK, I'll tell. He is going to assassinate Mario (Starts laughing maniacally)
OBCT: Oh well, we'll just send agent Dark after him.
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