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I swat violently at the swords, chasing each one sporadically as it clatters across the hardwood floor!
mmmrrRRROOOWWWW
I swat violently at the swords, chasing each one sporadically as it clatters across the hardwood floor!
Uh oh! I quickly escape as a lewa sword cyclone!
My house is destroyed by gale force katanas
I pee on the bed and bury it with blankets
I monitor wekua’s actions wondering if he’s becoming too much of a furry
I put some bleach on it and make chlorine gas
My eyes get wide and I hunch slightly to the right, staring intently at a blank wall with nothing on it
I quietly wonder in the back of my mind why I’m not still an ice cream monster and why I don’t remember the change
I grab an airsoft gun and begin shooting.
I swiftly hide behind a near by rock to shelter, I yoink a hau from my sub space pocket dimension and put it on
I run across the stream of Air Katanas and whack Rukah with a hammer
I play funky tunes on my phone and dance around victoriously
I simply sit on the sidelines and throw mild burns at the battling members.
“Wekua? Heh more like… Eh I’ll get back to that later”
A close call! @Winterstorm345 nearly burned me, despite his username. As he picks peanut shells off the ground by the bleachers and licks the salt off them, I wind up the ultimate Anti-Weather weapon.
Planting my feet, I lean toward Winterstorm and scream at the top of my lungs, holding eye contact the entire time.
“IF YOU DON’T LIKE MICHIGAN WEATHER,” I bellow, strings of mucus snaking through the air, “JUST GIVE IT A MINUTE!”
The earth stops rumbling and the burds begin singing again. I have destroyed Winterstorm345 with the wittiest one-liner in the Midwest.
I do a donut wheelie in my truck