They've Invaded!
Chapter 3: Flag Time!
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I will finish this as long as babies are being made in Mexico…
SEX IS NOT GONNA BE IN THIS STORY!
(why would anyone think that when its in humor for T…)
(why would I think anyone would think that…)
(oh yeah… its that weird boob popping fetish that seems to be sweeping America!)
Reel Big Fish… Woo…
"I'VE GOT it…" Isabella said starting with cheer but suddenly turning sad and gothic and then went into a corner to start slitting her wrists.
"Umm… well it's obvious… Chris should go up to ground level and find the nearest flag pole and raise an American flag!" Baggs said.
"Umm… OK!… But if anyone asks, it was my idea!" Isabella said happily as the crimson red blood flowed freely like a river down her cold desperate face looking as if in need for love…
"YOU LOOK UGLY!" Chris yelled pointing directly at Isabella.
"OH! HOW DARE YOU! WHY?" Isabella asked and ran to the garden she had been starting in the middle of their weird sewer island.
So Chris and Troy decided to go to the… place they went to… so they could go up a manhole and start having fun (no not that way! The perverted way!). They were disappointed when no men showed up so they decided to get on with the mission.
(With the USTD United Stupid Transsexual Donation)
Tatarin sat looking outside his window, lost deep in thought. "Why is it that we must constantly change our name to something stupid as to give whoever writes our story a hard time?" he said while looking at random objects dramatically.
"What was that sir?" General Bulba asked.
"Why is it that we must have the same bedroom?" Tatarin screamed as he finally figured out why General Bulba was constantly with him.
"umm… sir?" General Bulba asked again… there was a parasite in his ear, and no matter how he tried he could not hear. This rime would later save the universe. No one knew the forces that were at work. No one except Sue, Mary Sue. She was the last survivor of her neighborhood and knew of the ancient mystical spell of the Kazzjaff. Her master sensei of obsessed-with-anime…ese had died in the rush of Germans faking to be Russians. Now she… oh never mind… she just had a heart attack… she died… I TOLD HER NOT TO EAT THE BACON BUT NO!…
"ARE YOU DEAF?" Tatarin asked the soldier outside of the window… about 67 stories beneath him.
"Umm… not anymore sir!" General Bulba said with a false sense of duty.
"Shut up… I wasn't even talking to you!" Tatarin yelled and suddenly fell asleep due to his AIDS problem.
"HAHA! NOW THAT HE'S ASLEEP I CAN TICKLE MY HAIR!" Bulba screamed and fell to the floor laughing with glee.
(With the Thongans a.k.a. Americans)
"Ok… you run up and attack… you stay here… and you two follow me!" Chris said pointing to a group of random people who looked oddly like the Taliban.
"DUDE!… JUST BECAUSE WE ARE MOSLEMS DOESN'T MEAN WE FIGHT!" they cried in perfect harmony with each other and ran off. Just then two American looking people walked up.
"Yo man… We were planning on robbing a bank! Wanna join?" The white one said (yes one is white and one is black… the color coding makes this easy!).
"Will there be a flag pole?" Chris asked with the look of ickyness in his eyes.
"Umm… yeah… sure…" the white one said again, and we later learn that the black one doesn't like to talk to idiots… so he will forever remain silent.
"CHARGE!" Chris yelled and the two soldiers, without thinking, ran across the street towards the bank as they shot at the Russians. Chris sat back watching in pleasure?… eww… Chris watched as the white guy shot point blank at a Russian and missed… then the Russian turned around and noticed someone was there… he held his gun out and nervously wandered if he should kill the white dude. The white dude had his gun aimed at the Russian. They did not know what to do. Suddenly the Russian shot the white dude.
"ow" the white dude said and then mowed the Russian down with all five of his ammo clips… then just ran in circles.
The black guy walked though with his gun and started killing people… no one had the time to carefully aim at him point blank so he survived.
"GOOD JOB MEN!" Chris said as he ran in and took all the glory, then started raising the flag… suddenly 72 soldiers charged in with their rifles and started shooting like there was a tomorrow.
"ARG!" the white man yelled as he fell over after deciding not to even try.
"…" the black man tried to yell before he realized he couldn't talk when Chris was around, so he looked down sad and forgot that he was being mowed down by Russian soldiers.
"ow… ow… ow" Chris kept repeating as the pain continued from bullets in his leg… but then he got the flag raised.
All the shooting stopped…
"Umm… what should we do?" one random Russian said in German.
"Umm… he raised the flag… so… WE LOSE!" the other Russian said in German and then decided to order all his men to retreat to the places they cared about, strangely they all went to Japan… but who cares?
"YAY!… I WON!" Chris yelled as he looked down at the two dead guys who only wanted to rob a bank… tears filled his eyes, making it so he could not see. So he fell over and then cried, so the tears left his eye, and he could se again.
"Good job bro!" Troy yelled as he ran in.
"WHERE WERE YOU?" Chris screamed in pain and agony.
They later decided not to care and went back to the sewers for another party.
(With the CNN, a.k.a. the USSR)
"We lose another street… and I wonder if life is meant to be so fun…" Tatarin said in a vain attempt to make his humanities class think he is deep.
"WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE!" Tatarin's humanities class yelled in perfect harmony… like a butterfly… flying through the wind… fly butterfly… fly… as a time forgotten lives…
"Umm… never mind…" Tatarin yelled and shot everyone in his room… including the Russians… but they were allies so they didn't feel a thing!
YAY!
Well there was my deep deep thoughts…
Thinking… mans best friend…
As we wonder if the war shall ever end.
And we never give time to what is best…
I must cry at how fun it is to molest.
Ok then… someone shoot this moron… he keeps trying to think… which is dangerous to the nations security!… AHH!