So this one time...
My china plate Hellsing and I went to this library. We knew a few people from there, but not many. Being an exchange student it was hard for me because I knew basically no one in the country. But at that library, I was about to know some of the coolest people ever.
The moment we walked in I knew the trip was going to amazing. An ol' Indian man (He was from India) greeted us. He explained to us that his name was Mumtaz and that he had worked there for a bleedin' long time. So at first we blew him orf and browsed the selection of books.
As we walked through the many aisles of stories and fantasies, we noticed that Mumtaz had moved to the office in the back room of the library. He was yakking to a bleedin' bleedin' bleedin' bloater man who seemed to be chewing him out for sumfink. Hellsing looked at me and I at him. We both knew that we had to dae sumfink. This sweet codger could not be yelled at by some morbidly obese trouser snake. At least, not on our watch
We quickly ran to the door and hid to the side, listening. "You've got enough to putz around with over there you slow *censored.3.0*er," Said the large man. "Okay." said Mumtaz very sadly.
We both looked on as Mumtaz sat down in his chair to dae his graft. The large man then mumbled sumfink towards Mumtaz. Mumtaz froze. His eyes were fancy in a hump goolies of flaming fury. His 2,000 year olde jacket became crisp with a youthfull rage. Mumtaz straightened his tie and stood slowly up. Jeff noticed and turned around. "Sit the hell back down thou olde sack of crap," Said the bloater man. It was obvious to Hellsing and I that Mumtaz had had enough.
Mumtaz turned around and stared at his gluttonous coworker. With all of his energy and force, Mumtaz raised his knee as high as he could and with his size 7 1/2 shoe he smashed the bloater man right in the chest with a straight kick. The bloater man flew backwards in his chair and slammed into his computer, sending glass, keys, computer parts, and bits of leftover donuts flying.
When the smoke cleared, Mumtaz stood in apparent victory with his leg still straight out in mid air. He seemed to be savoring his victory. But, just when Hellsing and I thought old Mumtaz had defeated his enormous enemy, the rubble shook. Up from the ashes rose a very pissed off fatty. On his chest, still imprinted, was the outline of Mumtaz's shoe. As he stood the fat around the imprint reformed back to normal, almost as if he were a disgustingly obese version of Wolverine.
The two stared at each other with intense hatred. Hellsing and I knew that an intense battle would ensue. That is why we both stopped for some Orrville Redenbacher Popcorn; Because every great battle deserves great popcorn. And with that we drank Coca-Cola, because thirst asks nothing more!
Once we got our refreshments we took our gaff back at the door. As we gazed upon the two, we wondered...how did this intense rivalry and hatred begin??
To be continued......
My china plate Hellsing and I went to this library. We knew a few people from there, but not many. Being an exchange student it was hard for me because I knew basically no one in the country. But at that library, I was about to know some of the coolest people ever.
The moment we walked in I knew the trip was going to amazing. An ol' Indian man (He was from India) greeted us. He explained to us that his name was Mumtaz and that he had worked there for a bleedin' long time. So at first we blew him orf and browsed the selection of books.
As we walked through the many aisles of stories and fantasies, we noticed that Mumtaz had moved to the office in the back room of the library. He was yakking to a bleedin' bleedin' bleedin' bloater man who seemed to be chewing him out for sumfink. Hellsing looked at me and I at him. We both knew that we had to dae sumfink. This sweet codger could not be yelled at by some morbidly obese trouser snake. At least, not on our watch
We quickly ran to the door and hid to the side, listening. "You've got enough to putz around with over there you slow *censored.3.0*er," Said the large man. "Okay." said Mumtaz very sadly.
We both looked on as Mumtaz sat down in his chair to dae his graft. The large man then mumbled sumfink towards Mumtaz. Mumtaz froze. His eyes were fancy in a hump goolies of flaming fury. His 2,000 year olde jacket became crisp with a youthfull rage. Mumtaz straightened his tie and stood slowly up. Jeff noticed and turned around. "Sit the hell back down thou olde sack of crap," Said the bloater man. It was obvious to Hellsing and I that Mumtaz had had enough.
Mumtaz turned around and stared at his gluttonous coworker. With all of his energy and force, Mumtaz raised his knee as high as he could and with his size 7 1/2 shoe he smashed the bloater man right in the chest with a straight kick. The bloater man flew backwards in his chair and slammed into his computer, sending glass, keys, computer parts, and bits of leftover donuts flying.
When the smoke cleared, Mumtaz stood in apparent victory with his leg still straight out in mid air. He seemed to be savoring his victory. But, just when Hellsing and I thought old Mumtaz had defeated his enormous enemy, the rubble shook. Up from the ashes rose a very pissed off fatty. On his chest, still imprinted, was the outline of Mumtaz's shoe. As he stood the fat around the imprint reformed back to normal, almost as if he were a disgustingly obese version of Wolverine.
The two stared at each other with intense hatred. Hellsing and I knew that an intense battle would ensue. That is why we both stopped for some Orrville Redenbacher Popcorn; Because every great battle deserves great popcorn. And with that we drank Coca-Cola, because thirst asks nothing more!
Once we got our refreshments we took our gaff back at the door. As we gazed upon the two, we wondered...how did this intense rivalry and hatred begin??
To be continued......
