*Frowns slightly* "Wait, son you mean there is still CHINA and RUSSIA..." *kicks an empty oreo package.* "China and Russia still exist, and I can't order myself a Big Mac!" *Sits down and sulks for about 30 seconds.* "You'd think it were the end of the world or something!" *I do not realize the Irony of what I said, otherwise maniacal laughter would have ensued.*
*Yes, for some perverted reason I am slightly racist.*
*Frowns slightly* "Wait, son you mean there is still CHINA and RUSSIA..." *kicks an empty oreo package.* "China and Russia still exist, and I can't order myself a Big Mac!" *Sits down and sulks for about 30 seconds.* "You'd think it were the end of the world or something!" *I do not realize the Irony of what I said, otherwise maniacal laughter would have ensued.*
*Yes, for some perverted reason I am slightly racist.*
If only their governments were gone not the ppl
*Smirks.* "I guess that's the more ETHICAL way of putting it..................."
I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE RELEASED THE ANNOYING DOG TO COMBAT THE BIRDS!!! (and so that he stops eating my bones...)
Which are now friendly so ur dog is gonna do nothin’
WELL, THEN I'LL STUMP THOSE BIRDS WITH MY CLEVERLY MAINTAINED PUZZLES!!! NYEH HEH HEH!!!
THEY'LL NEVER GUESS THE ANSWER DUE TO ITS EXCELLENT CRAFTMANSHIP BY A VERY HUMBLE SKELETON...
"What was that!" *I go back to snacking on double stuff oreos*
*Looks at package.* "Wait this isn't double stuff!" *Scratches head.* "It says double good stuff whatever that is supposed to mean..." *Finishes off the package.*
The weather balloon tests the mushroom cloud and detects ammonia and methane from bird poop. scouts have reported bird assembly lines to manufacture bird poop bombs. NOBODY IS SAFE...
*I collapse from d r u g overdose.*
*gasp* the bird d r u g war!
*ten minutes later..."
"Wo...Wha...Huh...Where am...oreo..." *I sway to my feet, and stop my mindless babbling.* "Wait, where are my double good stuff oreos!" *A brief moment of confusion ensues followed by a moment of enlightenment.* "I ATE THEM!" *Sniffles* "I ate them..."
*Sniffs the air.* "Wait! What's that stink?"
*I wobble back to the deepest depths of your bunker, and find another package of double good stuff oreos* "OREOS!!!!" *I am about to take my first bite.*
*POP POP POP* I've been shot! The birds have guns now! Here! Take care of Psychic Friend Fredbear! He has the answers to the universe! *hands over to @joejaniec*
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1hr later;’: my radar is detecting some weird blips