The famous film director M. Night Shyamalan had just gotten back from directing his newest movie. He was sure that the audience wouldn't be able to see the twist to this one coming at all.
Now he was home and all he wanted to do was eat a fucking chocolate cake.
Shyamalan had promised himself that he would never eat chocolate cakes again after all the blood, death, and destruction that came from it last time, but it was Sunday night and now it was time to eat a chocolate cake.
Shyamalan walked through his living room, across his kitchen and finally, he got to his fridge and pulled out the chocolate cake he was saving.
This chocolate cake looked absolutely tantalizing. 3 layers of chocolate, with pink sprinkles and bits Oreos on top, truly this was the most perfect chocolate cake in existence and Shyamalan wanted it in his belly.
Shyamalan got a silver knife out of his cabinet and used it to cut a slice of this cake off before he got his fork and lifted a piece of it to his mouth.
The front door suddenly flew off its hinges and Gordon Ramsey emerged with a burst of speed while yelling "SHYAMALAN DON'T EAT THAT!"
It was too late. Shyamalan had already put the piece of chocolate cake in his mouth and chewed the fluffy delight without a care in the world before swallowing it with satisfaction.
Gordon Ramsey just stood there, horrified at what had just occurred and knowing the events that would transpire were not going to be pleasant in the slightest.
The film director suddenly fell to the ground in agony as his body began rumbling and changing. Fur was growing all over his body and his teeth soon turned to a pair of sharp fangs. His muscles were increasing in size and his eyes turned a dark shade of red.
M. Night Shyamalan had turned into his true werewolf form.
Gordon solemnly said "I never thought I'd have to do this, but it looks like I have no choice"
The famous chef then pulled the sleeve on his right hand up and pushed a red button that was on top of his wrist.
Suddenly, Gordon's whole body began to morph, twist, and change. Gray robot parts began to slowly replace all of his human parts. His eyes turned a much bluer, internet like color. His size began to increase while his legs were replaced with tank-like wheels. Finally, Gordon's arms had changed into twin Gatlin guns.
Super Robot Gordon had been unleashed.
Shyamalan unsheathed his claws and launched himself at the robotic chef while Gordon activated his Gatlin guns.
The stream of bullets tore up Shyamalan's skin, but the werewolf still kept on kicking. The werewolf soon caught up to Gordon and began biting and slashing at his cold metal exterior.
Bits and pieces of metal flew off of the super robot's exterior while Gordon continued pumping lead into M. Night Shyamalan's chest like there was no tomorrow.
Blood and electronics flew through the air as both freaks of nature were relentless in their purpose of ending their opponent's life. It truly was a battle for the ages.
The battle seemed to go on for ages until Gordon got an idea for how to end this fight as quickly and efficiently as possible.
"Hey Shyamalan, you're being a jerk right now"
The werewolf stopped his attack onslaught and began distorting out of reality. Being called a jerk was a werewolf's one weakness and Gordon had just used it to its full effect.
Shyamalan's body was twisting into itself like a soaked dish rag and blood soaked everything in sight.
It seemed like all the power in the universe was focused on wiping out Shyamalan at once and there was nothing he could do to stop this.
Limbs fell to the floor, teeth shattered, and eyes popped like balloons, until the werewolf was nothing more than a bloody smear on the ground.
Gordon changed back into his human form and smiled with satisfaction at his defeated foe.
Gordon then put on a hat and a monocle, before he sat down on a brown reclining chair and began reading his novel, The Princess Bride.
