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| The Animal that is BlackPanther-Junior | Started by: BlackPanther-Junior on May 22, '18 08:54 |
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BlackPanther-Junior looked at the crumpled gun in his hands and felt ecstatic. He walked over to the window and reflected on his crowded surroundings. He had always loved urban Seattle with its bored, bad beaches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel ecstatic. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Ruth Jones. Ruth was a malicious animal with curvaceous feet and moist legs. BlackPanther-Junior gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a brutal, cold-blooded, port drinker with greasy feet and greasy legs. His friends saw him as a knobby, kaleidoscopic knight. Once, he had even saved a stingy baby bird that was stuck in a drain. But not even a brutal person who had once saved a stingy baby bird that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Ruth had in store today. The hail pounded like laughing blue bottles, making BlackPanther-Junior worried. As BlackPanther-Junior stepped outside and Ruth came closer, he could see the delightful smile on her face. "I am here because I want revenge," Ruth bellowed, in a bold tone. She slammed her fist against BlackPanther-Junior's chest, with the force of 5656 cats. "I frigging love you, BlackPanther-Junior ." BlackPanther-Junior looked back, even more worried and still fingering the crumpled gun. "Ruth, hands up or I'll shoot," he replied. They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two talented, tricky toads cooking at a very forgetful carol service, which had piano music playing in the background and two remarkable uncles hopping to the beat. Suddenly, Ruth lunged forward and tried to punch BlackPanther-Junior in the face. Quickly, BlackPanther-Junior grabbed the crumpled gun and brought it down on Ruth's skull. Ruth's curvaceous feet trembled and her moist legs wobbled. She looked happy, her body raw like a bloody, better book. Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Ruth Jones was dead. BlackPanther-Junior went back inside and made himself a nice glass of port |
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