Night Eight
The men in black were out on a job for the Commander in Chief, but they encountered a foul-smelling individual who just wanted to be friends.
Repulsed by the foul-smelling individual, they fled back to the Oval Office to cling to their robotic saviour.
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The trio had been reduced to an angry duo, but that had in no way diminished their hunger for chicken or their thirst for blood.
They went out in search of the one they wanted dead, but instead found their path blocked by the pretty girl with the stern voice.
"Go here and deal with him instead".
Powerless to resist her powers of persuasion, the men launched themselves at an individual who held a bullhorn and shouted directions at a black man.
Thankfully for the aspiring director, they found their path blocked by a jacked up dead man thirsty for vengeance. He put up a hell of a fight, but they eventually brought him down.
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The stern faced woman was displeased with the outcome, and even moreso at the audacity of the kitten that tried to claw her to death.
Gesturing to one of her off-siders to remove the nuisance, she returned to her office.
Parra is not dead. He is Holly, Threats to Mafia's Continued Existence Aligned Former Love Interest of CWB
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The foul-smelling figure felt mighty lonely in his cave, and the coming of a shambling corpse man did not spell the end to his loneliness that he would have liked.
The figure tried to kill him, but the Bat Man was in his element and escaped.
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The shadowy figure was growing restless. He could no longer spend his days divided discussing recipes using urine & playing snake. The stupid game was now all he had left. Unless he could coax the man humming a familiar rhyme to join the flock.
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The black man had just returned to his pimped out crib and slung up his shotgun when the silver-haired, purple-eyed man approached with a wreath of flowers.
"I crown you Queen of Love and Beauty," he announced dramatically as he placed it upon the black man's head.
"You what?"
The man rode away, proud at having chosen better than the last time he'd bestowed the title on somebody.
Confused, Omar sat down at his laptop and began to browse a website he'd found.
10 Best Chicken and Waffle Joints in the US read the title of the article.
A lesser figure may have died of starvation reading the enthralling article, but Omar doesn't go down so easy.
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The bearded man planted a big, wet, beardy kiss on the skeletal figure and made him most uncomfortable.
Even without skin, he still had pash rash.
