Chapter Gordon Ramsay: Silver's Awesome
"Pooh…" respired Silver with an exhaled sigh as he breathed out from his lungs in an expulsion of oxygen.
"It is indeed I, Silver! I am Mighty the Armadillo!" announced the newcomer.
Silver saw da ring wrapped around his finger and he had to let it linger. Did he have to?
Mighty looked at how Silver was distressed and thought about how amazing each other's lives were. Silver probably had primer ab-ility than Mighty.
"Why do you have a ring? I must get that object!" cried the young ear-owning armadillo.
Silver was a baddie. Mighty knew this. Silver flaunted his bling-bling at his foe like a boss.
Mighty retaliated with the revelation of his perfect nose.
Silver was a livid person due to this sight. "My mama don't like you…" he mumbled. "And she likes… EVERYONE!" Silver did a scream of warriors and plunged his hard knuckle into Mighty's cranium. Mighty's face almost exploded!
But Mighty had the strengthened bones in his noggin thanks to Blaze's ring magic. He could not get killed.
Shadow saw Silver's angst and rushed over in order to make sure his own angst was intact. He made grumpy eyes at Silver's hotness now.
"Curse you, Silver! I am supposed to be the one of angst, ya see?" noted Shadow with some stylish rap lyrics in order to pump up onlookers of his dark formidable angst.
"I'm sorry you don't want anyone to see this, but it's true, Dad," said Vector to Shadow to save sane thinkers.
"My mama don't like you either!" said Mighty as he punched Silver in the stinkin' nose. Silver's blood and mucus intermingled and shot forth from his nostrils. It splashed on the ground and prevented next year's wildflowers from blooming.
It was a dang shame…
Mighty stared down at the injured hedgy. "And she likes everyone…" he said as he karate chopped the ever-loving crud-noodles out of Silver.
Silver was pained and bloody and almost a dead object, but his faith in love kept him alive further.
"Silver is almost dead! Holy wise!" cried Vector in shouting volumes.
Shadow humphed and loaded his pistol. "If I shoot the armadillo, then I will get major brownie points on the hotness eBoard," said he.
Vector gasped in whisper volumes. "No Dad! Don't shoot or else the recoil of gun will break your spine and make you dead faster! You must live!"
"You are right, my son…" Shadow lowered the pistol and tucked it back underneath his eyelid flab where it belonged.
Silver was in a bind and death was a guarantee without Shadow's help. Mighty probably was gonna be a victorious man!
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