ojcme
King Faggot
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For some reason, I started making a comic series featuring a character who has to run over old ladies. As it progressed, it become more about parodying the movie industry. Enjoy!
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| Do you understand why I pulled you over, sir? | |
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| I swear to god, officer, I haven't been drinking one bit. | |
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| That's perfectly fine. But, uh, you seem to have driven over several old ladies. | |
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| Did you see the last one? She flipped over my hood, and landed right smack on the pavement! SMACK! | |
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| SMACK! HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA | |
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| HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA | |
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| It's me, one of the grannies you ran over, you deliquent! I was just minding my own business, scheming the takeover of the world, when you had to run me over! | |
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| I knew you were scheming the takeover of the world! But why? | |
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| Because you little rascals are destroying the precious fields of hard candy, which we use in our rituals to summon the gods of elder. | |
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| Wow, this means I get to save the world...and run over old women! How do I get so lucky? | |
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| I'm sorry boss, he used some kind of...some kind of mind trick on me! | |
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| Well, I guess that's alright. I mean, if he truly is the chosen one, I shall see him again soon. | |
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| Yes sir. Let's just summarize our position here, just in case there are some readers that are confused. | |
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| Alright, we're the secret police force tasked with keeping the legends of the elder gods a secret. I am one of their creatures. | |
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| Oh man, this is a huge responsibility I don't know how to deal with this. | |
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| Do you know you ran a red light? | |
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| Listen, I have to get to the master to learn my true destiny. I have to run over dead ladies to prevent a horrible elder god from being summoned by sacrifices of medicare and hard candy. | |
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| Well, here I am, in jail. I wonder how I'm supposed to save the world while in prison. | |
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| You have the gift. You will find your way. | |
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| Who said that? Oh, you must be the master, what should I do? How do I go on? | |
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| You must have faith in your abilities. When the time is right, you will know what you must do. | |
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| I don't even know if I can do this. How will I know? | |
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| It's very simple: Just keep your foot on the gas, and if they go under, it can only help. | |
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--- Hooray for catharsis!
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