"We are here right in time to have some fun" she said, while he put out the shotgun from the holster of the Harley - which was a standard equip on Harleys made in a time before time - and used it as a stick to...
...but the umbrella catched a wind, and took off high into the skies, with no chance to catch it ever again.
Our hero was affected by the polution in the area.
Out there, behind the VIP louge, he spots a man.
Was it Rouge?
Was it Medic?
Was it Valroe?
He could only see the top of the mans head, with a red very funny looking norwegian skihat.
And this man was just eating some of the snacks, and he liked it.
Then, suddenly out of no where, a BMW with german plates drove fast in to they arena. The driver was a slim man with dark pants and dark t-shirt, and with something white written on his chest, but the distance was to far, so our hero could not read the letters, only see the words.
All of a sudden, our heros mind flashes back to another time, another place, maybe even another life.....
He was sitting on the couhc, his hands and legs bound, mouth gagged.... men walked patrol with AK47s and hoods on their faces, the sounds of low flying jets was audible in the distance.
Suddenly the door burst open, and the room lit up with a massive B A N G
A batch of polonium 210 !
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Polonium -- the waste that litters the arena after a game of polo.
And he assumed right: Russians plays polo too -- not with horses, but with stolen and illegaly imported Harley Davidsons.
All of a sudden he was in the middle of...
...such a russian-style polo-game.
"We are here right in time to have some fun" she said, while he put out the shotgun from the holster of the Harley - which was a standard equip on Harleys made in a time before time - and used it as a stick to...
"What's the plan?
Track'em, find'em, kill'em!"
to beat off the groupies, but enough of that and back to the
polo game, where six wide russians came a ....
Chatter..., "on Prancer, on Vixen, on Comet and Cupid..on Dasher, Blitsen.....wait, we are missing our goal tender?"
So they gave lady death a chance at it, and she ....
...summoned six skeletons and a blood-golem for back-up, while she casted bone-walls around the russians to block them.
"The Dark Side has its considerable advantages" she said calmly and with a beautiful smile, which made our hero...
"What's the plan?
Track'em, find'em, kill'em!"
drift his gaze to her, just long enough to ride into the bone-wall! Letting the radioactive polo ball roll dangerously close to ....
A tray of snacks that was soppused to go to the VIP lounge, containing swedish meatballs on a stick.
Join the Dark side! We have cookies!
Our Hero, not having eaten for days, smelled the aroma from the meatballs. When suddenly he realized, "those are NOT meatballs on that stick"...
They were really cooked balls of polonium 210 in sauce!
Just then Lady Death pulled the ultimate trick shot winning the game of shotgun polo on Harleys made in a time before time, but just then ....
whilst I picked up my hammer and saw
A huge storm the size of the great smokies heading in, but never fear for ....
Our hero flipped up his umbrella, with the pink elefants
Join the Dark side! We have cookies!
...but the umbrella catched a wind, and took off high into the skies, with no chance to catch it ever again.
Our hero was affected by the polution in the area.
Out there, behind the VIP louge, he spots a man.
Was it Rouge?
Was it Medic?
Was it Valroe?
He could only see the top of the mans head, with a red very funny looking norwegian skihat.
And this man was just eating some of the snacks, and he liked it.
Then, suddenly out of no where, a BMW with german plates drove fast in to they arena. The driver was a slim man with dark pants and dark t-shirt, and with something white written on his chest, but the distance was to far, so our hero could not read the letters, only see the words.
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And on the passenger seat, there was a big guy with glasses, drinking a beer with a smile on his face.
WHAT WAS THIS, our hero thought.
What are they doing here.
I know them.
But from where....
All of a sudden, our heros mind flashes back to another time, another place, maybe even another life.....
He was sitting on the couhc, his hands and legs bound, mouth gagged.... men walked patrol with AK47s and hoods on their faces, the sounds of low flying jets was audible in the distance.
Suddenly the door burst open, and the room lit up with a massive B A N G
...and an awful loud noise while 5 men in Santa Claus-suits entered fast the room and shouted: "...
"What's the plan?
Track'em, find'em, kill'em!"
"Your hostage, or your life !"
to which the hooded men with AK47s replied....
If you want the hostage, then you must give us presents! So the 5 men in Santa Claus-suits .....
sprinkled som christmas happy powder on the terrorists and said....
Super-caliber-frago-licous-expert-ali-dou-cious ten times fast
And the terrorists weapons turned into gingerbread.
Join the Dark side! We have cookies!
Always dip the gingerbread in very hot coffee before ya
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