The Spyro 1 Copy From Hell: Difference between revisions

Thankfully, Duracell were tricked into thinking that my family and I had died from the bootleg. Merlock decided to lie on our behalf as he really liked the way we played to the beat of our own drums. Not really sure what that means but whatever. Life started getting better, and as the years began to pass and the 2000's rolled around, I finally managed to get a better living for myself by getting a job as a bartender at the Maltese Falcon. A bar and restaurant located in Midtown which is ran by Scarpa Family Don Eddie Scarpa. Eddie is very nice to me as he always makes sure I get paid $50,000 every hour on the hour. My family's lives began improving too, but there's no time to talk about them now as my feather is almost out of ink if you catch my drift. Catch it like the baseball bat that Jerry caught in that famous mid credits scene. Sorry readers; what those two Chips Ahoy cookies did to that poor peanut still annoys me even now. I have never wanted to eat Chips Ahoy so much in my entire life. Oh and as for Merlock and Dijon; last I heard, they were running rackets down on the shipyards in New Hanover. Well that's certainly a nice thought to have I'm sure! So, readers have a lovely day or a lovely evening because I am out of here!

 

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