The Goblin Conspiracy: Difference between revisions

“K"K K K K K K K K K K KEEMSTAAAAAR.”

“YOU"YOU DIRTY FUCKER” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I lunged at the tiny creature. The goblin leapt up and scurried off through the gates of Hell. A.K.A reception. I followed him through a hole in the computer. I passed it off as a glitch and continued on. I opened my eyes and I was in Goblin Land. It was raining blood and there were millions of little grubby goblins vaping. They had made sick custom vape pens out of stolen socks. Turns out they wanted my socks because they were so particularly crusty from my sweaty pores that they wanted to use them to build the best Goblin vape pens. 

“That’s"That’s why we need to eliminate the Mexicans.” He said.

“It"It stands for Friendly Augmented Grubby Goblin Oppressive Troll.”

“What"What the fuck does that mean?”

“Shhhhhh…"Shhhhhh…..” Mr. Trump said as he pressed his finger on my lips. 

“What"What do we do in operation F.A.G.G.O.T?” I asked.

“We"We build a wall… To keep the Goblins out.”

“Yes"Yes sir!” I proclaimed as I saluted him. 

“Keep"Keep that up and soon you’ll be inheriting a small loan of a million dollars.” He whispered.