They've Invaded!
Chapter 6: An Attempt at an Ultimate Showdown
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I've been bored lately… newgrounds doesn't have anything good at the moment… neither does TV… and video games are starting to suck… WHY? Oh well… at least I still have fan fiction… and MUSIC (not to be confused with what is shown on MTV or on the average High Schooler's I-Pod…)
REEL BIG FISH! LEMON DEMON! PSYBOT!
"WE WILL DEFEAT THESE RUSSIAN INVADERS!" Chris screamed.
"Actually… most of them are German" Troy said in an… actual… way…
"fine… WE WILL DEFEAT THESE PREDOMINATELY EASTERNEUROPEAN ARMY!" Chris screamed again.
"Actually, Germany is slightly west of the center of Europe if you look at a map" Troy said.
"fine… WE WILL DEFEAT THIS FOREIGN ARMY!" Chris yelled.
"now THAT'S politically correct!" Troy said, proud of his brother.
"YAY!" Chris yelled in pleasure, an odd sort of pleasure…
"NO!… IT'S POLITICALLY CORRECT TO GIGGLE FIRST!" Troy yelled.
So Chris giggled, then said "YAY!"
"Enough talking, we need to make an ultimate showdown!" Isabella said as she was in the middle of jamming out to some hardcore Eminem.
"OMG TAHT IZ TEH PWNAGE!11!1oneeleven1!" Chris said screaming.
"How… did… you… pronounce… that…" Isabella said trying to make dramatic pauses, but seeing as how she didn't know anything about drama, she decided to pause after every single word.
"oh well…" Chris said.
Baggs then walked on water in order to get to the island.
"COOL! I'M POPULAR AGAIN!" Baggs said, but then tripped and fell in the water. He died of being too wet.
"Hmm… whatever. I'm gonna go chat on AOL with Tatarin to establish an ultimate showdown thing, so that the people who read our story wont be TOO bored" Isabella said and then went into her bedroom and logged in on her computer.
"Why does she get a bedroom as we all suffer in this nasty sewer system?" Chris yelled.
"Yeah! And why does she get to chat online all day while we go and risk our lives against the foreign people!" Troy yelled.
(With the Russians/Germans/Italians/French/British/Spaniards/Estonians/Sweedish/Fins/Norweigans/Suff)
"WOW! MY ONLINE FRIEND JUST DROPPED BY TO CHAT!" General Tatarin yelled in an orgy.
"Eww! I wish we had separate rooms! Or that you'd die a worthless death and leave me your army!" General Bulba said in a completely non-suspicious voice.
"OK!" Tatarin said and thus began his online chat with Isabella, or as the AIM chat thingy said, Sexyslutgal00.
(in the private chat room)
Sexyslutgal00: sup
MaDgOtH2204: sup (this is General Tatarin, just in case you're retarded)
Sexyslutgal00: r u up for a fite?
MaDgOtH2204: wtf?
Sexyslutgal00: i wanna do a fite!
MaDgOtH2204: r u retarded r somting?
Sexyslutgal00: stfu!
MaDgOtH2204: lol
Sexyslutgal00: rofl
MaDgOtH2204: kk, wear u wanna fite?
Sexyslutgal00: dunno, wear it eZ?
MaDgOtH2204: ive gotz men at fort jay
Sexyslutgal00: c00l!
MaDgOtH2204: 133T!
Sexyslutgal00: omg i'm sooo kewl!
MaDgOtH2204: lol, brb
Sexyslutgal00: yawn…
Sexyslutgal00: im teh bordzorz!
Sexyslutgal00: ello?
Sexyslutgal00: wee!
MaDgOtH2204: sry, gtg
Sexyslutgal00: w8!
MaDgOtH2204: wat?
Sexyslutgal00: wear we fite?
MaDgOtH2204: sry, im busy… c u soon!
Sexyslutgal00: wah!
MaDgOtH2204 has logged off at 13:61:61 on 13/32/06
Sexyslutgal00: lalala!
(with the resistance movement, as they are no longer Americans… seeing as how Congress passed a law saying anyone who fights against it's enemies is no longer a citizen…)
"HEY ISABELLA! YOU'VE BEEN IN THERE FOR HOURS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Troy yelled, expecting the worst… the pony fan club…
"We cant fight, General Tatarin is too busy being a 'leader'… WHY CAN'T I EVER LEAD ANYTHING?" Isabella cried in horrific pain.
"But Isabella! You ARE the leader of this movement! And you have hundreds of freedom fighters willing to die for you! You're one of the most inspirational people in history!" Troy screamed.
"SO?" Isabella said, it was obvious she wasn't going to lose, seeing as she didn't even know what that word meant, seriously…
"Oh screw this! I'm gonna go find other freedom fighters somewhere!" Troy yelled and then ran off.
"WHEE!" Chris yelled, then ran up to the streets, prepared to take a flag.
As Chris walked along, he ran into some gangsta black kid who was spray painting the American flag everywhere. Suddenly, the black kid turned around.
"Hey, psst! You, yeah you! Get over here!" The black kid said.
"No thanks, I dont want any drugs." Chris said in a way symbolic of cheese.
"Dude! You're gonna need some serious explosives to knock out that bridge!" The black kid said.
"Umm, I wasnt even trying to..." Chris began, but the black kid interrupted him.
"Dude, you need some serious C4!" The black kid said starting to walk towards Chris with a weird look in his eye.
"Umm, by 'C4' do you mean 'drugs', cause I really would rather not..." Chris said backing away horrified.
"You know you want to, get some C4 and come back to me! NOW!" The black kid screamed and tried to jump Chris. Chris pulled out his shotgun, and in his horrified state, blasted the black kid's head off. Then Chris blew off all of his arms, legs, and put two holes in his chest.
"Whew, that was a close one!" Chris said, then proceeded to raise a flag over the black kid's dead body.
"I better get home now..." Chris said, but as he walked into his home, it had turned out that the Russians hade made it into a 'bash your head against the wall' party. So Chris decided to go to the sewers, and lament.
"Good job taking that command post!" Isabella said and Baggs' dead body twitched along, agreeing with the leader.
"Umm, that black kid wasn't a command post... but sure! OK!Thanks!" Chris said.
Just then a gunshot was heard, followed by screams, then some crying, then Chris turned around, and he saw it, his eyes went wide in horror.
YAY!
I've decided I'm cool… and all cool people put cliffhangers!
I know you were bored with this… but hey! This chapter was just to show how utterly pointless AIM is with modern internet chatting skills…
I promise to do better next time!
Or do I?
Its not like anyone ever reads this anyway...