AN OK THE LAST CHAPTRE WAS RELAY DEPRESSINGLY SO THIS ONE WILL BE A FUNNY FUN ONE SALVO IT WILY HAVE LOG'S EDIT OF CHAPTER 7 TOO.
TEEN FORTRESS 2
CAPTURE ATE: MEDIAN AN DEMING DO FUNNY STUFF
"Hell class sense Mr. San was kill I am our new teacher Mr. Kook Editor but you can call me Mr. Loges COL." Even with the new teethe math class was boron an so me an Prow was Poussin notes. Pyre garbed me a note that said "Hey Scot do you want to go st the lock room fifer class wink wink?" I o-mouthed an wrote "Shore!" an she rotted it an blushed.
When class overfeed I headed wiz Gyro to the lockers but then I saw seething. Daemon an his girlfriend's Gas, a goth HMO hook played all the boardgames, was Davin a file. We ran up them an I said "Whats loin on?" Demos looked at me in the feces an said "SHE AINSLEE PLAYS GAMES AN NEVER GOS ON DATES OR STUFF!11" He stashed with angry lowly. "WELL HE IS ALWAYS DRANK ON DRUGS AN BEER HE GOT FROM ATLAS AN P-BODY~" Gyro an I o-mouthed, Bemoan was a druggier jerk1? Then... Yeoman got on newsy an started to cry. "Its Thu I have a pablum an adjourn." He preyed an we all felt sad for him.
"Wont worry Emmy its UK." GSA hugged him to stop the tear jurying. "The Medium can make you cure I bet." This was a good oedema so Gab, Demos, Prow an me all went to the suns lab were Medici was. Undid Medici an Hey was Patin bananas but Heavy felt on the peel an made the floor ramble bucks he was scoop fat. We all lolled at the funny fall. "Whit are you dong?" Medina doctored wile corking on a project. It was... SPURS HEAD ALL DASHED UP!
Spy wash ad an mad at been a head specially bucks he had swiveled so he pedant want to life. 'KILL ME11!" He trenched. "No I need for you siense. So whats loin on guys?" We gave Murdock the down lo on Trainman an his pablum with drugs an beer. "Thats a ESE fix. When Demo drugs an beers JCS shot him with this gun!" He handed me a mum pistol. "Bu only shoot at alases that wont kill him or hell dye an it wont work."
Damn waist lustering tho begs he was busy droning a beer so I staked the pistol an shot him in the eye. "DEBOUCH!" He extricated as blood an eye got all in his beer. "Now he is scarred strafe an will never drink a gain!" Bryon was spoor happy that Medici fixed Bemoan specially Fax who govt a goth emir eye potash for the lost eye. "Thanks doc!" He cotted an we went for class.
"Myer yonder time Scot." Pyre visored to the beer an I was sad that we dint get to do the do. But Demoing was helped an not a junkie so it was a good day.
TO BE CONTINUED!