So The President read my files and decided I was way too dangerous and unpredictable to live among humans. So he sent out a hot squad. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depends, it didnt go well for them. Inconceivably he tried again. With bigger badder more of it all. This time I must confess I wasnt as polite as the first time and things went extremely south for them. (Somehow it pisses me off when people try to kill me. Im kinda funny like that.) So. Now what? My turn, right! I have a hole under the ocean. Several in fact. I wish away those that really anger me. There is moss to lick on one side. There its real hot. On the other there are water droplets. But its cold. Survival is possible but its not pleasant. So. By Mr. President. Out of courtesy I informed his wife and kids, thinking theyd plead for his life. Their Reply? --Do what ya gotta do. Were headed to the mall--- so I decided with family like that what I was gonna do was way too merciful and nothing could compete with that hell on Earth. So here we all sit. THE END. Or is it?!
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 15:11:14 +0000
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