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{{Note|This is my first ever Trollpasta so please
I was at Gamestop recently looking for a copy of Starfox 64. I asked the clerk and he said they had a copy. He went in the back to get it and came back with something strange. It was a VHS sleeve that said
I got home and popped the tape into my Xbox and plugged in my favorite Gamecube usb controller. It
A title showed up on the screen saying
I think vomited at that point, but
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center">'''<span style="font-size:14.0pt">Act 1
Morgan Freeman: We find ourselves in the troublesome kingdom of Sextopia, land of mistresses. An unholy ass-fucking accrued about 3 days ago. Prince Dicknose lost his mother in the events that took place. We find him grieving and masturbating at the same damn time.
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Fifa: My prince, what might ye be up to?
Dicknose:
Fifa: I see. Why is it so small?
Dicknose:
Fifa: Eye, my prince. I must be off. Good eve!
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Dicknose: Oh how I wish I could place my hands upon her hips, and force her into my royal crotch.
Smucks: You
Dicknose: Nay, to my late mother.
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Smucks: I see. Shall I leave you alone then?
Dicknose: Nay,
Smucks: Shall I clean up your drippings, my prince?
Dicknose: I pray thee,
Smucks: Shall I scoop them into thy mouth then?
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Smucks: My prince, if it be Fifa you seek, ask her to the Royal Ball.
Dicknose:
Smucks:
Dicknose: Nay, not I. She only wallows with those filthy ghetto types.
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Dicknose: There will be much dead sperm tonight.
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center">'''<span style="font-size:14.0pt">Act 2
Enter Smucks, Dickdose, and Heisenberg.
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Dicknose: Good morrow, Smucks.
Heisenberg: Enough lollygagging.
Smucks: What do you mean, my king?
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Dicknose: Oh, sorrow doth fill my mind. Woe is me.
Heisenberg: Cheer on, my son, for
Dicknose: Father, there is truly not. Oh such pity upon my titty.
Smucks: Nay, my prince. Your father is right.
Dicknose: Eye, good Smucks. We shall. Where doth this bloke live?
Heisenberg:
Smucks: I shall slice him with my rapier. What might be your weapons of choice?
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Dicknose: My thrice-blessed lance.
Heisenberg: Fuck you guys.
Smucks: So we invade tomorrow night?
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Dicknose: I must go and practice my thrusts. I know I shall master the 69!
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center">'''<span style="font-size:14.0pt">Act 3
Enter Heisenberg and Smucks.
Dicknose: Good eve to you both!
Heisenberg: Good for you, son.
Smucks: Enough chatter!
Dicknose: Eye! Do you have the time?
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Smucks: It shall take us wee under an hour to get to Jimbles house from here.
Dicknose: We have the time.
They arrive at '6:52 pm'.
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Heisenberg: I am the one who knocks.
Jimbles: Well you
Dicknose: It be your king, prince and a random <span
Jimbles: By my
*Door opens*
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Dicknose: Well shit. I brought my thrice-blessed lance for nothing then!
Heisenberg:
Dicknose: Then I shall ask her to go with me! She
Exit Dicknose.
30 minutes later, in
Fifa: I should stuff my bra!
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Messenger: Your husband, Jimbles, was murdered about 30 minutes ago! He was shot by a tall, bald and bearded man wearing a sweater!
Fifa: Speak no more of it! I
Exit messenger.
Fifa: Oh God in heaven, why? He was my sugar daddy! I cannot live without him, and I will not. I shall hang myself in my garden while listening to
Exit Fifa.
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Enter Dicknose.
Dicknose: Fifa! You
*Quiet*
Dicknose: Fifa? Are you at home? I guess not. I just realized that
Fifa hanging dead.
Dicknose: My Fifa, why? I shaved my balls for nothing. I truly wish I
Enter Smucks.
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Dicknose: Phooey on your prayers! Our God has abandoned the both of us.
Smucks:
Dicknose: Of course! I have to! I shall bring her corpse as my date and we shall make love under the moonlit sky!
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Smucks: But, she dead.
Dicknose: I must be off.
Exit Dicknose and
Smucks: I should text the king and tell him
At the
Enter Dicknose and
Dicknose: Out of the way, bitches! Check out my sick dance moves!
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Heisenberg: Where is he?
Smucks: I think
Dicknose: Ah, my friends! Welcome!
Heisenberg: Put her down, son.
Dicknose: Shut your mouth, fuckface!
Smucks: NO! That is grave
Heisenberg:
Dicknose:
Exit Dicknose and
Heisenberg: We tried to stop him.
Smucks: No we
Heisenberg: Whatever.
Outside...
Enter Dicknose and
Dicknose: Well, hello there, beautiful.
Enter
Dicknose: Big deal. Fuck you! Oh wait,
Exit
Dicknose: Alright, where was I? Oh yeah! Off comes the dress!
Dicknose makes love with
Dicknose: Ah YEEEAAAAH! I came! Oh God that was good. Ouch! My dick is on fire! Help! Oh God, my chest! I need some Tums up in this bitch! NOOOOO!!!
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Exit Heisenberg and Smucks.
Morgan Freeman: This was the end of Dicknose Strombolli, Prince of Sextopia. Lust is a powerful thing that can turn men into swine, and swine into
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center">'''<span style="font-size:14.0pt">Finis
The whole video made me sick, so I stuck it up my asshole and never worried about it again. Da end.
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