A/N—for those of you who care (not many) i'm back and bored, so therefore, working on my nowhere story. For those of you who actually read the first chapter and didn't puke, i'm getting 13377312. Figure out what that says and i'll ship you some plasma grenades and build you a nuclear missile silo in your backyard. screwed up my L33tn355, so there will no longer be any installments of Danny's 1337 5t012y, so don't kill me, frag their program. I don't own starcraft, blizzard does, and i am merely an extension of their love. =P
----Where's the Holy W47312????----
Bob walked into the supermarket and noticed a vampire buying milk on aisle three.
"Damn it!" he muttered. He crouched behind the garlic counter to avoid detection.
The man Bob had identified as a vampire walked on towards the cream cheese, oblivious to the madness around him.
Bob jumped from behind the counter and ran to the toy aisle where he grabbed a toy gun and continued to the nearest employee.
"Where do you stockpile your holy water reserves," Bob asked out of breath, looking around for the perceived threat of the "vampire".
"Sir, we don't carry holy water. If you'll excuse me, I've got to wash these God-forsaken floors."
"Wait!" exclaimed Bob. "Did you say that these floors were touched by Satan?"
"Yeah, you could say that."
Bob dunked the water pistol in the water. Obviously if the floors were demon-touched, then the supermarket had to use holy water to clean them. Bob hurried toward the dairy aisle with a clove of garlic around his neck. He jumped from behind the row of condiments and sprayed water all over the poor man who had no idea what was happening.
Bob, feeling immensely proud of himself, grabbed a loaf of bread and a six-pack of beer before dropping off the garlic and paying for the other three items. Yes, he kept the pistol.
A/N—well, there you go, more senseless dribble to be put before you nice people who don't have the good sense to flame me into submission and deletion. If you want a good story by me, check out Regrets in the Harry Potter section. It made my whole family cry, it was so good. R/R—flames welcome (as long as they aren't personal) =P