Hope you like it, and that it may bring me non-negative feedback.
WARNING: This is an incredibly stupid fic with no plot whatsoever!
A/N: you know… I TOLD you it had no plot, yet you complain…? -- That makes you a hypocrite, you know. Spelling fixed, btw, heh.
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Bob's Flaming Frenzy
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Bob was driving along in his newly stolen Type B, when all at once he decided to stop and walk for a bit.
He pulled over onto the sidewalk, killing two pedestrians in the process (hehehe) and jumped out. He ran up the stairs, and after a little came to another set...
At the top, WAS A FRENZY ICON!
He ran over and got it, IT WAS A FLAMETHROWER!
"Flamethrower frenzy!" he yelled, then, ran back towards the road spinning his flames all over people (and now they were running around, on fire)
He reached the road, and torched a passing Za-za gang car.
The police arrived shortly after, but were incinerated before they even got out of their car. The second time(After Bob had virtually destroyed the area around him) he flamed four cops, and stole one of the cars!
He ran threw a street block, and heard over his portable CB that the SWAT was on its way.
"Ohhhhh, I'm scared," he said.
He ran over a group of gangsters walking along and jumped out of the car.
After "dealing" with the SWAT team, he jumped into their truck, and sped off.
Now he heard the FBI was after him, the SWAT team, AND the Police.
Again, he pulled over and flamed all the guys that came at him...
"Die assholes!" he yelled above the flames
All was going well, until he heard the National Guard was now in town.
He immediately jumped out, and was shooting at cops, SWAT, FBI, and NG from all directions... when his frenzy completed...
With that over, he grabbed his UZI, and began plowing down the law enforcement.
"DIE, DIE, and DIE!" he yelled
When he FINALLY ran out of that, he went for his pistol and started running away.
He threw bottle bomb (The... M something cocktails) to cover his retreat and ran onto a train track...
"HAHAHAHAHA" he cried
He was nearly home free… unfortunately, the 5:00 from 4th St. to 6th St.
came and ran him over. (OH, poor Bob!)
THE END
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Ok, that was too short...
Oh, well, I think anyone who bothers reading this got the point.
Note: Didn't spell check, so, if there are any spelling errors, I will fix them later.(In other words, you don't need to point them out to me.)
Please R/R!(Or, you don't have to. I think this is my worst idea since
"The Starcraft Stupid Story"... well, maybe not as stupid as that, but,
oh... n/m. Review!)
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