Your name is David Leatherhoff, and you're addicted to a strange drug. Lately you have started to experience illusions, dreams picking at your deepest and darkest fears. Finally, you go to Markland Hospital, seeking help. First, however, you make a stop into the bathroom, where another bottle of pills awaits you, standing out like a beacon in the night in your depraved eyes. When will it all stop?
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RAWER
did i scare ya
O_O Yeah you did!
rawrs
Insert Jaws music here.
RAWR
Boo!
Rawr! Don't hurt me
it wont work
I am Heavy Weapons Guy and this is my weapon. She weighs one hundred and fifty kilograms and fires two hundred dollars, custom dual cartridges at ten thousand rounds per minute.
It costs four hundred thousand dollars to fire this weapon for twelve seconds.
OH HA HA AH HA snort HO HA HA...
Oh my god, who touched Sasha?! Alright, who touched my gun!?
Some people think they can outsmart me...Maybe....*sniff*...Maybe.....
I've yet to meet one that can outsmart boolet.
[Minigun blaring]
Wahhh!...WAHHHH!...Ha ha ha ha!....Cry some more!....
Scene fades out...
Heh...Cry some more.... why the frick did i post this
I AM HEAVY WEAPONS GUY AND MY WEAPONS WEIGHTS 1337 KILOGRAMS