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Reply #15 on: December 15, 2010, 03:49:20 pm »
"Wait, don't I know you?!?" He yelled out, but soon dismissed the thought and pulled out his dual metal storm pistols. He pointed them at the horde, and shot with painfully accurate precision, one head-shot after another, reloading clips at record speed as he went. The only thing wrong was they just seemed to keep coming. There was no end to it all, and he was running out of ammo. He ran to the others, and made a hand motion meaning to follow him.
"We can't survive through all of this. There are too many, and we don't have the ammo... Follow me, I have a plan." He said, following Maya.
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You kids these days with your Millenium Items, and your card games, and your loud music, and your Hula Hoops, and your hop scotch, and your Dungarees, and your lolipops, and your Sony Playstations, and your voice activated light switches, and your leather pants, and your artificial insemenation, and your blu-ray discs, and your pierced bullocks, and your bullfrogs, and your telekenisis, and your marvel comics and your Youtube dot com, and your nuclear physics, and your ingrowing toenails, and your Gears of War, and your Quentin Tarantino, and your power steering, and your elevators, and your Illigitimate offspring...
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So here we go, let's take a chance
On the hunt for the leather pants,
Lookin hard, no second chance,
The pinnacle of all evil plans,
Where's the Pharaoh with his stash?
Gotta get 'em right off his ass,
Magic powers that are locked inside,
Now? let the goodness we have to find.
Two villains that have been cursed,
Want to control the universe.
With a rod and a shiny necklace,
Well that's kinda odd.
But wait, they might have a chance,
To make their evil plan advance.
They're gonna have to get them some sexy Leather Pants.
Now sing it!
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