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[uh-oh]

Originally Posted by The Mind Assassin

you scream and start charging at me. I stand still...stoic.

as you reach the fifty you are winded, but irregardless, the foolishness which propels your mind carries you on.

You start noticing the ground shaking and the sky turning into a Donnie Darko portal. Everything is being sucked up into it. your sprint turns into a slow jog.

you look in the distance and see that I am flanked and backed by a thousand War-Angels all equippedted with flaming swords.

your subcon smiles at your willingness to listen to it's recomendation of swim trunks as they easily absorb teh wet spot that your tinkler emmitted on the crotch area due to fear.

All of a sudden you fall to your knees and cry out: "I am sorry I am sorry! I believe! I believe!"

Then one of the Angels walks up to you and brandishes the sword so close to your face that it begins to melt the skin painfully from your fat cheeks. you cry out in anguish for mercy.

At this point the Angel runs thru your chest with the sword and you enter the blackness........

nah this is how it happens

i slowly walk to the 50, pull my swim trunks down, and defecate in your general direction.

the crowd laughs at you.

you fall on your sword. the end