I was digging a hole in the backyard to bury my dead hellhounds because they got into the poisoned beefsteak, when I discover the bones of Jesus himself! When I touch one of them, they begin to shake and fall apart. After they crumble away, a heavenly light envelops me. I look up to see the reincarnation of Christ descending upon me, and boy does he look pissed.
Without a word, he begins hurling fireballs at me. Luckily, I had just finished building a death ray out of lollipops and rainbows and sunshine and laughter.
Dodging out of the way of the fireballs, I fire three well placed shots at Jesus. He holds up his hand, and blocks them. I curse to myself, and jump behind a tree for cover. I hear a loud crash, and note to myself that the fireballs have caught the tree on fire. I jump around and start firing blindly, hoping against hope to hit him. Nothing works.
As a last ditch effort, I pull a flash grenade out and throw it, blinding him. I use this time to safely escape.
2006-07-06
23:27:16
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