« on: December 14, 2010, 08:12:34 pm »
Ed woke up while being dragged, and quickly kicked into action. He jumped out of the kids arms, and like magic, the Keyblade appeared in his hand.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" He asked, fueled by adrenaline, anger, and a bit of fear as to how all of this had happened. He took a second to examine the Keyblade, and its features. It fit him perfectly, and acted as an extension of his own arm. Even the grip felt right. It looked heavy, but he was holding it like it was a stick. Yet, he still had no idea how he got it, or where the mysterious key came from.
Logged
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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