03-17-2008, 09:04 PM
I goto tracy island, make friends with the thunderbirds and ask if I can borrow thunderbird 2. They say no so I kill them all dead with my ray gun and steal it anyway. I fly over america, austalia, japan, guadeloupe, russia, china, a barking dog then realize I took a wrong turn back at america, so I fly back over the barking dog, china, russia, guadeloupe, japan, australia and america and land 3 miles away from the hill. I play with my xylaphone for a few minutes then get out thunderbird mole (we're not supposed to talk about the bloody mole but theres a bloody big mole wiking me in the face, I is gona chop it off, cut it up and make sum guacamolie!) and give it the name Fry-Killer. I dig my way underground, and keep going south untill I am directly u nder the hill. I point upwards. Fry doesn't feel anything, before he's ripped apart from the slicy dicy choppy thing at the front of Fry-Killer. I hide the body in a body bag in a ditch not far from the airstrip in Las Venturas.
I take my rightful place as queen.
I take my rightful place as queen.

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