"Ah, hello Dewey, nice to see ya for the first time, anda don't look too bad yourself," berkata The Kid with a muse.
"Oh, I'm aware of who anda are, you're that crime lord that's been making my boys look bad!" he shouted angrily.
"That was me? Look bad at what? anda can't prove jack shit fat boy, and who are ya gonna tell, the cops?" asked the Kid with a light chuckle.
King Dewey's face then turned from one of rage, to a smirk.
"Nope, I know the cops aren't my guys, but I know one thing for sure, Kid, if that's even your name," berkata King Dewey.
"Oh yeah, what?" asked the Kid with a wide grin.
"That anda won't strip off that Halloween costume even if it meant free sex from babes!" shouted King Dewey.
The Kid exploded with laughter, with the effect destroyed.
"WOW! anda ARE SOMETHING PUDDIN'! HAHAHAHAHA!! Ever figured out why I maintain an anonymity as a criminal? Not only does it scare people that I prowl at night, but no one will have a face to go with the crime! Not only that, but as anda can see, I'm not entirely the sanest guy alive," he cooed softly.
"What does dementia have to do with an anonymity?" asked Dewey.
"Oh nothing really, it just makes it lebih pleasing that the person inducing such strong feelings doesn't have a target, cause it could be anyone! I rule Fort Grumley now "King Dewey", your time ended when I was a fucking sperm!!" he shouted with laughter.
"Oh really? Boys, sick him," commanded the King, clapping his flippers as three mobsters aimed their Tommy Pistol at him.
"Psh, gimme your best shot!" shouted the Kid, standing still with a wink.
The penguins soon fired away, hitting him a thousand times in the chest, but it became apparent that he was not dying. They soon emptied their magazines as the Kid laughed, receiving a mere graze on the left leg.
"Come on, never heard of the bullet proof?!" shouted the Kid, leaping up into the air and kicking two of them to the ground, then firing his own pistol into the others, emptying it until he was surrounded.
"It's over Kid! Just fall in and we'll spill your guts in no time!" shouted King Dewey.
The Kid then smiled, he had an idea.
"Okay, I'll fall in, ask me whatever anda want sunny-Jim," berkata the Kid, throwing his gun on the floor.
"First, I ask that anda take off the goggles and throw that hat on the floor!" shouted King Dewey.
"Just what I wanted anda to say..." he chuckled, then spun in a circle.
All of a sudden, blood poured out of the necks of all the mobsters who surrounded him, falling over and succumbing to eternal sleep, the small daggers were visibly protruding from their throats as soon as they fell.
"You guys truly are all the same. Seriously, you're like all the other mobsters I've killed, ya act as if some damned force is gonna protect you, atau that you're invincible behind your little squirt guns! Honestly, I could give a rat's keldai about who anda guys are, because in the end, someone, atau someone's are going to fucking die. Go it sweet-cakes?" asked The Kid, getting in King Dewey's face.
"You win this round Kid," grunted King Dewey with an icy stare.
"Round? I already beat the game! All I need-" berkata the Kid, then violently ripped out King Dewey's throat, "Is the final boss!"
The beefy penguin hit the ground with an ear-shattering thud. The remaining mobsters looked in terror as their king has died.
"Welcome to MY mob, assholes," chuckled the Kid.
"Boss, the girl, she got away!" shouted a mob member.
The Kid froze, then his grin widened further.
"We got that Einstein birdy and faggot child though, right K'Walski?" asked the Kid.
"You know well that I won't spill any of my secrets, I have my commander's word," replied Kowalski darkly.
"Oh, is that right? Well, well, well then, guess anda get to be in my room then, ya know, in dim light, candles, a warm bed, and then I get the pleasure of laying your sweet keldai if anda menyeberang, cross me," chuckled the Kid.
"I beg your pardon?" asked Kowalski uncomfortably.
"It won't do ya good keeping secrets babe, Lawrence learned that the hard way.... Am I right Lawrence? Oh right, DEAD," berkata the Kid with a mile-wide grin, standing on Lawrence's stiffened body.
"You're really sick, anda know that?" asked Kowalski.
"Aw, that's not fuuuuuun~!" pouted The Kid, shaking Kowalski with extreme violence.
"Why do anda act like that?" asked Kowalski with a straight face.
The Kid fluffed his feathers up, shivering a little in the spine, grinning with complete euphoria.
"I dream of drowning in blood, K'Walski, THAT, is my fantasy, just that crimson fluid of beauty! It brings me pleasure, it makes me downright drunk with it's viscous, iron-scented GLORY!! It's a scarlet horror for you, but a bliss reserved to bring warmth to the twisted cockles of my heart, I'd rip out my own hati, tengah-tengah just to worship it! Douse myself in its sparkling beauty! I WANT TO menelan AND WALLOW IN IT TILL I DROWN!!" screamed the Kid, shaking violently, being held steady sejak Al and two others.
"Boss, calm down, you're gonna give yourself a seizure," berkata Al softly.
"PRIVATE'S GONNA BE SO BEAUTIFUL WHEN HE POPS WITH HOW HARD I'LL SQUEEZE HIS FAT keldai AND I'LL ENJOY EVERY minit OF HIS BLOOD TOO!!!" screamed the Kid in laughter.
"Oh, I'm aware of who anda are, you're that crime lord that's been making my boys look bad!" he shouted angrily.
"That was me? Look bad at what? anda can't prove jack shit fat boy, and who are ya gonna tell, the cops?" asked the Kid with a light chuckle.
King Dewey's face then turned from one of rage, to a smirk.
"Nope, I know the cops aren't my guys, but I know one thing for sure, Kid, if that's even your name," berkata King Dewey.
"Oh yeah, what?" asked the Kid with a wide grin.
"That anda won't strip off that Halloween costume even if it meant free sex from babes!" shouted King Dewey.
The Kid exploded with laughter, with the effect destroyed.
"WOW! anda ARE SOMETHING PUDDIN'! HAHAHAHAHA!! Ever figured out why I maintain an anonymity as a criminal? Not only does it scare people that I prowl at night, but no one will have a face to go with the crime! Not only that, but as anda can see, I'm not entirely the sanest guy alive," he cooed softly.
"What does dementia have to do with an anonymity?" asked Dewey.
"Oh nothing really, it just makes it lebih pleasing that the person inducing such strong feelings doesn't have a target, cause it could be anyone! I rule Fort Grumley now "King Dewey", your time ended when I was a fucking sperm!!" he shouted with laughter.
"Oh really? Boys, sick him," commanded the King, clapping his flippers as three mobsters aimed their Tommy Pistol at him.
"Psh, gimme your best shot!" shouted the Kid, standing still with a wink.
The penguins soon fired away, hitting him a thousand times in the chest, but it became apparent that he was not dying. They soon emptied their magazines as the Kid laughed, receiving a mere graze on the left leg.
"Come on, never heard of the bullet proof?!" shouted the Kid, leaping up into the air and kicking two of them to the ground, then firing his own pistol into the others, emptying it until he was surrounded.
"It's over Kid! Just fall in and we'll spill your guts in no time!" shouted King Dewey.
The Kid then smiled, he had an idea.
"Okay, I'll fall in, ask me whatever anda want sunny-Jim," berkata the Kid, throwing his gun on the floor.
"First, I ask that anda take off the goggles and throw that hat on the floor!" shouted King Dewey.
"Just what I wanted anda to say..." he chuckled, then spun in a circle.
All of a sudden, blood poured out of the necks of all the mobsters who surrounded him, falling over and succumbing to eternal sleep, the small daggers were visibly protruding from their throats as soon as they fell.
"You guys truly are all the same. Seriously, you're like all the other mobsters I've killed, ya act as if some damned force is gonna protect you, atau that you're invincible behind your little squirt guns! Honestly, I could give a rat's keldai about who anda guys are, because in the end, someone, atau someone's are going to fucking die. Go it sweet-cakes?" asked The Kid, getting in King Dewey's face.
"You win this round Kid," grunted King Dewey with an icy stare.
"Round? I already beat the game! All I need-" berkata the Kid, then violently ripped out King Dewey's throat, "Is the final boss!"
The beefy penguin hit the ground with an ear-shattering thud. The remaining mobsters looked in terror as their king has died.
"Welcome to MY mob, assholes," chuckled the Kid.
"Boss, the girl, she got away!" shouted a mob member.
The Kid froze, then his grin widened further.
"We got that Einstein birdy and faggot child though, right K'Walski?" asked the Kid.
"You know well that I won't spill any of my secrets, I have my commander's word," replied Kowalski darkly.
"Oh, is that right? Well, well, well then, guess anda get to be in my room then, ya know, in dim light, candles, a warm bed, and then I get the pleasure of laying your sweet keldai if anda menyeberang, cross me," chuckled the Kid.
"I beg your pardon?" asked Kowalski uncomfortably.
"It won't do ya good keeping secrets babe, Lawrence learned that the hard way.... Am I right Lawrence? Oh right, DEAD," berkata the Kid with a mile-wide grin, standing on Lawrence's stiffened body.
"You're really sick, anda know that?" asked Kowalski.
"Aw, that's not fuuuuuun~!" pouted The Kid, shaking Kowalski with extreme violence.
"Why do anda act like that?" asked Kowalski with a straight face.
The Kid fluffed his feathers up, shivering a little in the spine, grinning with complete euphoria.
"I dream of drowning in blood, K'Walski, THAT, is my fantasy, just that crimson fluid of beauty! It brings me pleasure, it makes me downright drunk with it's viscous, iron-scented GLORY!! It's a scarlet horror for you, but a bliss reserved to bring warmth to the twisted cockles of my heart, I'd rip out my own hati, tengah-tengah just to worship it! Douse myself in its sparkling beauty! I WANT TO menelan AND WALLOW IN IT TILL I DROWN!!" screamed the Kid, shaking violently, being held steady sejak Al and two others.
"Boss, calm down, you're gonna give yourself a seizure," berkata Al softly.
"PRIVATE'S GONNA BE SO BEAUTIFUL WHEN HE POPS WITH HOW HARD I'LL SQUEEZE HIS FAT keldai AND I'LL ENJOY EVERY minit OF HIS BLOOD TOO!!!" screamed the Kid in laughter.
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some of us have been talking of a secret language, and this is the key. i will write some sentences in the code, so anda undersand iot. but heres an explanation
a=b when Penulisan and "a" in code, write a "b" and vise-versa. capital leters, the same. as well as when anda have to you, say shift + 6 = ^ then you'd post a shift + seven,which is &.
here are some sentences:
J bn xrjsjmh sgjt jm dpcf, Cp zpv vmcfqtbmc! Js nbz sblf kpmhfq sp xrjsf tfmsfmdft. avs pmdf zpv hfs js. jst fbtz???
translation: i m Penulisan this in code. can anda understand? i may take longer to write sentences, but once anda get it, its easy!!!
plus the reporting ppl wont get it and could't lapor us!!! maybe im wrong. but some of us think we should!
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some of us have been talking of a secret language, and this is the key. i will write some sentences in the code, so anda undersand iot. but heres an explanation
a=b when Penulisan and "a" in code, write a "b" and vise-versa. capital leters, the same. as well as when anda have to you, say shift + 6 = ^ then you'd post a shift + seven,which is &.
here are some sentences:
J bn xrjsjmh sgjt jm dpcf, Cp zpv vmcfqtbmc! Js nbz sblf kpmhfq sp xrjsf tfmsfmdft. avs pmdf zpv hfs js. jst fbtz???
translation: i m Penulisan this in code. can anda understand? i may take longer to write sentences, but once anda get it, its easy!!!
plus the reporting ppl wont get it and could't lapor us!!! maybe im wrong. but some of us think we should!