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The Chosen One: The End
(Dman stuff the quarters in his pockets and runs out of the house. He looks around and finds something horrible. Three men dressed in Chicken suit are pointing their guns at Dman.)
Narrator: As we left off, Dman is in a perilous situation as three men in chicken suits are aiming their guns at Dman. But using his wit as his weapon, Dman figures a way how to battle these three armed men alone.
Dman: (Throws quarters at one agent) Take that, you evildoers!
(The agent is dodging the quarters, but the quarters only went a foot away from Dman)
Agent #2: What the heck are you doing?
Agent #1: I'm dodging bullets, idiot.
Agent #3: Sir, those aren't bullets. They're actually quarters being thrown by some idiot who thinks quarters are lethal. And another thing, the quarters didn't go far enough. So it isn't necessary to do your bullet-dodging.
Agent #1: (Stops dodging and looks at his agents with scorn) Look, you morons! I'm the lead agent here! I do whatever I want. So shut your sappy mouths as I do my bullet-dodging. Just leave me alone until I'm done! (Continues to dodge bullets)
Agent #2: What should we do?
Agent #3: Get that guy!
Dman: You can't get me! Dodge this. (Throws quarters at Agent #2. It hits him and some quarters broke his big puffy Mickey Mouse sunglasses)
Agent #2: You broke my glasses. You broke my valuable sunglasses that was on sale at Sav-ons. I'll never forgive you. (Walks away in tears)
Agent #3: Sir, we have come to tell you that you are working with the enemies.
Dman: Huh? What?
Agent #3: They have been stealing pizza from Bob's Pizza. So far, it has cost the owner one billion dollars damage.
Dman: What should I do now?
Agent #3: You must destroy them. You must destroy them all!
Dman: Sure, why not. If I do, what do I get?
Agent #3: One of these chicken samples.
Dman: Wow! Consider the mission done.
(Dman returns to the spaceship with a box of pizza. Trainity, Meow, and Morphman were impressed)
Meow: How did you managed to get that pizza?
Dman: I defeated the agents. Here, have some. It's on me.
Trainity: Wow. How sweet.
Morphman: You know, Dman, I always thought you were the moron. (everyone except Dman are eating) It's true. But I noticed something different. You brought pizza to us. It is just beautiful. Dman, will you forgive me.
Trainity: Yea, will you? I'll go out with you.
Meow: I'll be your best friend.
Dman: I hate when there's endings like this. Because it's too late.
Morphman, Trainity, and Meow: WHAT!
Dman: In the pizza, there are lots of vitamin C and all that healthy stuff!
(Morphman, Trainity, and Meow died because they only eat fatting stuff)
Dman: Yes, readers, this is the dumbest ending you'll ever read. But hey, it sure beats the ending of Matrix: Reloaded.
Narrator: And so Dman brought world peace and all that stuff. Blah blah blah. Bottomline, it's the end. Face it. No matter how terrible this story's ending is, too bad.
Some Guy: Hi, I'm Some Guy. While I was directing The Chosen One, there were lots of difficult—
Narrator: Hey Mr. Guy, this is just a script. It was never a movie.
Some Guy: Hey! I get to make up anything I want. Who are you? You're just some nameless narrator.
Narrator: Hey! At least I don't have a retarded name like "Some Guy". Were your parents low on vocabulary skills to give you a proper name?
Some Guy: That's it. Take this.
Narrator #2: And so the narrator and Some Guy fight until both of them were transported to the nearest hospital. Thank you for reading The Chosen One.