The tiếp theo morning, Skipper had woken up in his bed, it was very lumpy, and had several bedbugs in it, but it was okay for Skipper. He realised it was gambling ngày in the week, so he then took a dart, and aimed it at a dart board with pictures of Private, Kowalski, Rico, Kat, Angel, and Richard. He aimed, and hit the picture with Private. 'There we go!!! Private it is!!' cheered Skipper, and walked out the door with several dollars. Skipper breathed in the refreshing desert breeze, and heard children running off to school, men dueling with guns, and the distant sounds of wagons, horses, and the railyard. 'The fresh day, rained yesterday, mayor's asleep, and I'm gonna kick Private's ass!!!' yelled Skipper. He saw Marlene going down the dirt road with Kowalski and Angel close by, Kowalski had a long pipe in his beak and was smoking it vigorously. 'Hey Kowalski!!! Ain't that the 34th time bạn smoked even though bạn đã đưa ý kiến bạn won't smoke ever again?' teased Skipper. 'Ahahahahahahaahha... Yes, actually it is, but I ain't evah puttin' my pipe down the ashtray!!' chuckled Kowalski. 'Eventually it'll burn out that brilliant brain of yours there, and that's serious,' đã đưa ý kiến Skipper.
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'Noooo it won't!!! As long as I give a little serving of fish, then I should be fine!! bạn playing against that fat plantation owner today?' asked Kowalski. 'Yeah, I'm playing against that ol' southerner in them saloons here,' đã đưa ý kiến Skipper. 'Good luck bitch, no one's Mất tích to poor ol' Private, he forgot how to gamble when he got that plantation back in 1845!! That's when we barely got Texas!!' shouted Angel. 'And Texas indeed, Richard loves the state, he even named one of them trains after that lone ngôi sao state. I think it's pretty big, judging we won it from them dastardly mexicans,' replied Marlene. 'We'll see bạn at the stockyards!!!' đã đưa ý kiến Kowalski, waving goodbye as he whipped at the oxen and started up the wagon, with several cows following behind. Marlene, Angel, and Kowalski waved goodbye at Skipper. He smiled and walked off his porch, only to step on cow crap. 'UGH!!! Shit man!!! SHIT!!!' yelled Skipper, diping his foot in a barrel of water, it didn't come off, so he scraped it off at the wooden porch, it finally came off, mostly. Skipper then ran off to Johnston's Saloon down the street.
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Skipper walked into the dark saloon, watching the pianist play the various western tunes, he saw Private waving at him, smiling with a spinning poker machine. 'Ello Skippah!!' called out Private. Skipper sat across Private, and held out his playing set. 'Speak normally!!!' yelled Skipper. 'I am speaking normally!!' protested Private. 'Say America then,' đã đưa ý kiến Skipper. 'Britain!!' shouted Private. 'Ooookay... Say iron horse!!' called out Skipper. 'Steam locomotive!!' yelled Private. 'Say school wagon then!!' yelled Skipper. 'Yellow stagecoach!!!' screamed Private. 'Oh dear god!!! bạn can't speak American!!! bạn speak.... British!!!' yelled Skipper in disgust. 'Okay!!! I admit defeat!! I'm British!! Just beat me at poker already!!!' begged Private. 'Nope, I won't beat you, govna!!' mocked Skipper. 'STOP IT PLEASE!! I'm begging yoooou!!!' screamed Private. 'I'm Private, I have a squeaky fake British accent!! And I'm pathetic!!' đã đưa ý kiến Skipper. 'Okay!! I give up!!! Take all $500 I have!! Just stop talking that way!!!' yelled Private. 'All $500? And your horse too?' asked Skipper. Private giggled. 'I have a lunacorn silly, but if bạn insist!!' yelled Private, giggling loudly.
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'I really don't want a lunacorn, bạn can keep it, and keep your wagon too, I've got 3 of em already,' replied Skipper. 'Have fun with my money flathead!!' yelled Private. Skipper frowned, took the money, and pranced off, out to the drink bar off the saloon. He then bumped into a shadowy figure, that he recognized as vịt đực, drake the outlaw. 'Weird, I thought vịt đực, drake got shot to death 6 weeks ago...' thought Skipper. Then, he sat in a chair to see a drunken Rico. 'Rico? Is that you?!' asked Skipper. 'Uh huh!!! Drunky Drunky!!!! BURP!!!' yelled Rico, bouncing on his ghế, chỗ ngồi and burped, he then fell to the floor, laughing and rolling out his tongue. 'Poor Rico. Drank so much!!' laughed Skipper. 'What drink want Skip?' asked a bartender. 'Whatever big súng ya got Mr. Hisher!!' called out Skipper. He then got his drink and gulped it down, he hissed in pain and ecstacy as the drink was tough on his throat. 'Got some good ol' fashioned Cola?' asked Skipper. 'Coke? Nope, Nada, Neín, sorry!! We got none coke!!' đã đưa ý kiến Mr. Hisher. Skipper continued gulping down his drink, getting thêm drunk bởi the second.
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'Noooo it won't!!! As long as I give a little serving of fish, then I should be fine!! bạn playing against that fat plantation owner today?' asked Kowalski. 'Yeah, I'm playing against that ol' southerner in them saloons here,' đã đưa ý kiến Skipper. 'Good luck bitch, no one's Mất tích to poor ol' Private, he forgot how to gamble when he got that plantation back in 1845!! That's when we barely got Texas!!' shouted Angel. 'And Texas indeed, Richard loves the state, he even named one of them trains after that lone ngôi sao state. I think it's pretty big, judging we won it from them dastardly mexicans,' replied Marlene. 'We'll see bạn at the stockyards!!!' đã đưa ý kiến Kowalski, waving goodbye as he whipped at the oxen and started up the wagon, with several cows following behind. Marlene, Angel, and Kowalski waved goodbye at Skipper. He smiled and walked off his porch, only to step on cow crap. 'UGH!!! Shit man!!! SHIT!!!' yelled Skipper, diping his foot in a barrel of water, it didn't come off, so he scraped it off at the wooden porch, it finally came off, mostly. Skipper then ran off to Johnston's Saloon down the street.
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Skipper walked into the dark saloon, watching the pianist play the various western tunes, he saw Private waving at him, smiling with a spinning poker machine. 'Ello Skippah!!' called out Private. Skipper sat across Private, and held out his playing set. 'Speak normally!!!' yelled Skipper. 'I am speaking normally!!' protested Private. 'Say America then,' đã đưa ý kiến Skipper. 'Britain!!' shouted Private. 'Ooookay... Say iron horse!!' called out Skipper. 'Steam locomotive!!' yelled Private. 'Say school wagon then!!' yelled Skipper. 'Yellow stagecoach!!!' screamed Private. 'Oh dear god!!! bạn can't speak American!!! bạn speak.... British!!!' yelled Skipper in disgust. 'Okay!!! I admit defeat!! I'm British!! Just beat me at poker already!!!' begged Private. 'Nope, I won't beat you, govna!!' mocked Skipper. 'STOP IT PLEASE!! I'm begging yoooou!!!' screamed Private. 'I'm Private, I have a squeaky fake British accent!! And I'm pathetic!!' đã đưa ý kiến Skipper. 'Okay!! I give up!!! Take all $500 I have!! Just stop talking that way!!!' yelled Private. 'All $500? And your horse too?' asked Skipper. Private giggled. 'I have a lunacorn silly, but if bạn insist!!' yelled Private, giggling loudly.
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'I really don't want a lunacorn, bạn can keep it, and keep your wagon too, I've got 3 of em already,' replied Skipper. 'Have fun with my money flathead!!' yelled Private. Skipper frowned, took the money, and pranced off, out to the drink bar off the saloon. He then bumped into a shadowy figure, that he recognized as vịt đực, drake the outlaw. 'Weird, I thought vịt đực, drake got shot to death 6 weeks ago...' thought Skipper. Then, he sat in a chair to see a drunken Rico. 'Rico? Is that you?!' asked Skipper. 'Uh huh!!! Drunky Drunky!!!! BURP!!!' yelled Rico, bouncing on his ghế, chỗ ngồi and burped, he then fell to the floor, laughing and rolling out his tongue. 'Poor Rico. Drank so much!!' laughed Skipper. 'What drink want Skip?' asked a bartender. 'Whatever big súng ya got Mr. Hisher!!' called out Skipper. He then got his drink and gulped it down, he hissed in pain and ecstacy as the drink was tough on his throat. 'Got some good ol' fashioned Cola?' asked Skipper. 'Coke? Nope, Nada, Neín, sorry!! We got none coke!!' đã đưa ý kiến Mr. Hisher. Skipper continued gulping down his drink, getting thêm drunk bởi the second.
"Quite interesting. This is a new species." A voice đã đưa ý kiến over my solitary confinement. "A chim cánh cụt with an ability to fly? How strange."
"But it has teeth too."
It. I thought bitterly that's all they've called me with their sickening tests. I looked at my tattered wings and my pearl colored feathers that were now dyed wine red. It seemed another figure i hadn't noticed saw my red stains too.
"And why is it covered in blood?" there goes the 'it' again.
"Yes, it attacked the other species of its kind bởi digging it's teeth into the others. Even on its own parents."
"...Was this animal tested on before? did it always have these fangs?"
"No mam. It didn't always have those. it just...appeared... I don't know how. But it is having a dysect. tomorrow evening. We can't cure it. It kills whatever it sees, and it doesn't deserve to live."
And that's when I decided I'd escape.
(So, what do bạn think? Want me to continue? please bình luận :D)
"But it has teeth too."
It. I thought bitterly that's all they've called me with their sickening tests. I looked at my tattered wings and my pearl colored feathers that were now dyed wine red. It seemed another figure i hadn't noticed saw my red stains too.
"And why is it covered in blood?" there goes the 'it' again.
"Yes, it attacked the other species of its kind bởi digging it's teeth into the others. Even on its own parents."
"...Was this animal tested on before? did it always have these fangs?"
"No mam. It didn't always have those. it just...appeared... I don't know how. But it is having a dysect. tomorrow evening. We can't cure it. It kills whatever it sees, and it doesn't deserve to live."
And that's when I decided I'd escape.
(So, what do bạn think? Want me to continue? please bình luận :D)
(the irony)
Me: *gasp*
in summer camp
Kowlaksi: no!
there is something
Doris: *screams*
that is most feared
Me: *evil smirk holding a knife*
jelousy
Julien: well...MAURICE! BE MY PROTECTER!
so beware
Joanna: eek!
hoặc she will come and get you
Kowalski: what kind of logic are bạn talking about? hat makes not sense!
In The Death Of Doris The cá heo
Everyone: *scream*
End Of Trailer.
(scary huh? .FT.)
since it says this needs to be longer, ngẫu nhiên time!
BLABLABLABLABLABLALRHAHGBRAEHrwhrRHBRHJNGRA
kowalksikowlaksikowlaksikowalksikowlaksikowalskikowalksikowalksikowalksi
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaqhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
:P
Me: *gasp*
in summer camp
Kowlaksi: no!
there is something
Doris: *screams*
that is most feared
Me: *evil smirk holding a knife*
jelousy
Julien: well...MAURICE! BE MY PROTECTER!
so beware
Joanna: eek!
hoặc she will come and get you
Kowalski: what kind of logic are bạn talking about? hat makes not sense!
In The Death Of Doris The cá heo
Everyone: *scream*
End Of Trailer.
(scary huh? .FT.)
since it says this needs to be longer, ngẫu nhiên time!
BLABLABLABLABLABLALRHAHGBRAEHrwhrRHBRHJNGRA
kowalksikowlaksikowlaksikowalksikowlaksikowalskikowalksikowalksikowalksi
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaqhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
:P