¿CÉl ES El MUNDO DE UN FANTASMA, CUÁL PUEDE USTED HACER?
"Look, Ma, Education!"
"Fuck that bullshit Johnny, I'm fucking the mailman"
Today, I was looking through this wondrous story and noticed something… Incredible. Or credible. Depends. I'm damn lazy, so whatever. I noticed these chapters were damn short. Also, I'm writing this on a school compy. Sweet. So, yeah, my last chapter was written okay, kinda longer than the others. Oh Well.
As Marine 1 ended his random blowing up of things, the guys walked away, Marine 3 still dazed into something between death and the average brain activity of an American watching reality TV by an amazing amount of illegal drugs. Marine 2 realized that it was he who had died in chapter three. He went to a faith healing rally. And he forced his friends to come with him. This is that story… I think.
Marine 3: (drools)
Marine 1: OMFG STFU!111!ONE!
Marine 4: Woah. Where the hell did you learn to speak 1337?
Marine 5: Oh he's been like that since Darren over there thought the computer plug that lead to his brain was an ashtray.
Marine 4:… What the hell?
Marine 3: No, really have you guys ever looked at your guns?
Marine 1: 0h m¥ ƒµ(1n9 90Ð. ¥0µ 4$3Ð µ$ 7H1$ $H17 4£R34Ð¥!
Marine 2: Shut up! The Preacher is starting!
Marine 1: ƒµ( 7h3 b1b£3 7hµmp3r$! B£172R139!11!
Preacher: Johnny, please stand, and be healed!
Marine 2: (stands up) Please heal me! I'm clinically dead!
Preacher: No problem! HEAL HIM, MY LORD! ( Takes out one of those fucking huge bibles and whacks Marine 2 on the side of the head with it)
Marine 2: AAAH! MOTHERFUCKER!
Marine 1: Ð13 M07H4ƒµ(4! ( Turns preacher to swiss cheese with massive gun)
Preacher: SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Marine 2: CORPSE HUMP!
All: (teabag preacher)
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