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Mr.Silver. Bellhop on 4th street Part7 (A story of bad grammar!)! |
| Written by ~Fletcher~ | |
| Friday, 09 May 2008 | |
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With Oprah detroyed and the blood clan in hiding things went on. Reporter after reporter came asking Mîçhæl Ðøvêr questions but he always said "no comment" And cop after cop hunted him down, they never cuaght him. Things seem peaceful now that public enemy No.1 was dead and gone.
Mîçhæl Ðøvêr sat in his room playing Wii sports, topping all his high scores. He still missed the adventures he had with Mr.Silver bellhop on 4th street, the hotel he once worked was now turned into a 5 story pig'n'meat chow chow resturant. Mîçhæl Ðøvêr hated that place, mostly because being on the ground Silver died on hurt him so much. He all ways thought ~I could have saved him, i could have helped him!~ But in his heart he knew he was wrong.
So life again went slowly on...
Mîçhæl Ðøvêr woke up, he was home, he WAS asleep dreaming about fire breathing monkeys minions. There was a loud knock on his door ~Who could this be??~ Mîçhæl Ðøvêr thought he opened the door, he felt a shocking pain in his rock hard abbs. ...Then...Nothing................
Mîçhæl Ðøvêr woke up in tied tight to a table, a bright light shining in his face "Hey!!! Who got this light all up in my girzzil foo!?" said Mîçhæl Ðøvêr "Silence human!!!" sniped a strange alien. Looking some what like the Ood from Doctor Who (They look like this) >>>
"MY GOSH!!! WHAT ARE YOU!!!?!??!" in a freaking out but yet manly voice yelled Mîçhæl Ðøvêr "I am Trytonusaur! 2nd in comand of the earth based Blood clan!!! All hail blood clan and the year 4350!!!"(Ithink i did fail to metion this series takes place in the year 4350. Sorry!) then from behind Trytonusaur Mîçhæl Ðøvêr saw fists rise up in the air, and hear people yelling "HAZA HAZA ALMIGHTY BLOOD CLAN!! HAZA HAZA ALMIGHT BLOOD CLAN!" ~Im so dead~ thought Mîçhæl Ðøvêr Copyright 2008 ~Fletcher~ |
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