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Jeff The Killer was in his lair reading the newspaper, when all of a sudden he heard a loud crash coming from his kitchen. To his horror, his jar of pickled human eyes had been hurled out of the refrigerator and smashed to |
Jeff The Killer was in his lair reading the newspaper, when all of a sudden he heard a loud crash coming from his kitchen. To his horror, his jar of pickled human eyes had been hurled out of the refrigerator and smashed to pieces. All that hard work, RUINED! He got a towel and started to clean it up when he once again heard the sound of glass breaking, coming from near the couch. This time it was his bottle of scotch that had been destroyed. Smiledog couldn't have done it. He was tied up outside, wasn't he? |
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He started to go outside to check, but then he felt something hard brush against his legs. He looked down. His pants now had tears in them, and tiny colorful shards of glass were on the floor. He lifted his leg to step over them, and then a multi-colored, shiny, jagged THING zipped under his foot. Before he could react, he stepped on it. |
He started to go outside to check, but then he felt something hard brush against his legs. He looked down. His pants now had tears in them, and tiny colorful shards of glass were on the floor. He lifted his leg to step over them, and then a multi-colored, shiny, jagged THING zipped under his foot. Before he could react, he stepped on it. |
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Revision as of 00:42, 9 December 2012
ONCE UPON A TIME...
Jeff The Killer was in his lair reading the newspaper, when all of a sudden he heard a loud crash coming from his kitchen. To his horror, his jar of pickled human eyes had been hurled out of the refrigerator and smashed to pieces. All that hard work, RUINED! He got a towel and started to clean it up when he once again heard the sound of glass breaking, coming from near the couch. This time it was his bottle of scotch that had been destroyed. Smiledog couldn't have done it. He was tied up outside, wasn't he?
He started to go outside to check, but then he felt something hard brush against his legs. He looked down. His pants now had tears in them, and tiny colorful shards of glass were on the floor. He lifted his leg to step over them, and then a multi-colored, shiny, jagged THING zipped under his foot. Before he could react, he stepped on it.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! SHIT! FUCK! COCK! PISS!" he screamed as pain exploded through his foot. The creature's spikes went straight through the sole of his sneaker, and
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