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theburninator 
innocent bystander
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This is my newest series. The main characters are a bat and metalhead. If that doesn't intrigue you and inspire you to read it, then perhaps you are just as cynical as I, and should therefore just fucking read it anyway. Hope you dig it.
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Our heroes are in the midst of another exciting adventure!
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| I told you we were lost, you dumb sonofabitch! | |
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| Look, I'll say it one more time - I'm a fucking bat. I navigate by judging the distances of objects by the delay of the echo of my screech bouncing off them! | |
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| It's just that there apparently aren't too many objects to bounce echos off here. | |
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| Hey, who's the one with eyes, asshole?! At least I didn't voluntarily lead us into a fucking DESERT! | |
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| Excuse me? Is this Newton Street? | |
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| Oh good! I thought for sure I was lost. You see, I've been transformed into a bat, and I'm searching for the Wizard known as Biggus Dickus. Apparently, he lives somewhere around here. | |
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| This has got to be a result of the peyote-and-Monty-Python spree last week. | |
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| Well? Do you know where he lives? | |
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| I think maybe someone's fuckin' with you, man. "Biggus Dickus" is a joke name. | |
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| Aw, goddammit! I knew it! Well, do you know anybody that might know anything about transmogrification, dissasociative magic, that sort of thing? | |
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| Do you at least know someplace I can get a beer and think this shit over? | |
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| Now that, I can help you with. Say... are you cool, man? | |
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| Yeah, just shotgun me, man, there's no way I can hit that bong - I lack the opposable thumbs. | |
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| No problem, dude. Hey, what's your name, anyways? | |
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| It's Norm. Pleasure to make your acquaintance...? | |
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| Right on. So I guess you're curious as to how I came to be a bat, huh? | |
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| Actually, I was gonna ask if you wanted to play some Tekken, but then I remembered about the thumb thing, so... yeah. | |
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"Well, it all started a few days ago. I was on vacation in Tahiti, and I saw a sign that said something about Voodoo Potions..."
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| Probably some lame tourist trap... ah, what the hey. I got nothin' else going on. | |
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"The clerk spouted some mumbo-jumbo about the 'white devil's sin made flesh' or something. So I walked back out."
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| You will soon know the power of the gods! | |
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"All of sudden, I felt, like, really thirsty. Thirstier than I'd ever felt. Only, instead of looking for a bar, like usual, I found myself looking for a human jugular vein for some reason."
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| Oh my god, that looks delicious... WHY DOES THAT LOOK DELICIOUS?! | |
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what happened to my rustic monologue? ...i'm not sleeping with that producer again
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