Later after I defeated the giant beetles and saved the earth, I had to save the earth again. Because somebody knocked the killer ants into radioactive toxic gas, transforming those ants into super ants. So I, alone, had to fight the super ants. Noticing a beetle trying to dig into the earth’s core and blow up the earth, I caught that beetle and made him fight the ants. It seemed like it was forever. Second after second, minute after minute. Hour after hour. I fought and then I had to fight the queen ant. I got my ecno-plasma gun and fired its ecno-plasma destroying blow-up bullets. The queen had a force field and tried to trap me. I was too smart. I took a pencil and - phhhhttttp – into the queen ant. And then after that, we went to go get a meal and the waiter accidentally bumped a hole puncher into radioactive toxic goo. To be continued . . .
A Whole Lotta Crazy Going On
Monday, July 18, 2005
A Guest Post from Brandon
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Brandon, why were we eating at a place that had radioactive toxic goo around? I usually try to avoid places that don't conform to the health code.
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