Long ago in a KFC far, far away, the reigns of comedy was thriving under the guidance of Will Ferrell. But deep below the crust was a new army, training and working so that one day they would get revenge. After all the chickens left the new army was forced into eating other things such as rats. Ugh. The army wanted to murder Will Ferrell for bringing them this doom. The cats’ wanted vengeance.
Will knew there was something wrong when the fryer stopped working. It only did that when trouble and unhappiness was near. After starring at the horror he went into the broken outhouse and retrieved his weapon after all these long, long years. There lay the Combo Meal sword. The sword was just as it always had been after defeating Darth Clucky, big, epic, and full of greasy goodness. He went out the door and went into the magical teleporter toilet that could put you wherever you wanted to go except the bathroom (go figure). After a little period of time he was there in the head cats throne room.
“Welcome young comedian!” the cat purred in his chair made of scratching posts. The entire room was overflowing with them and the place smelled familiarly like urine. “My name is Sir Purrisy and I’ve beckoned you here because you have killed one of our main food sources, chickens.” “OK Sir Prissy are you done yet? I have a meeting at 4 today so….” Will lashed out and killed the cat which started retching all over and died.
The meeting was pretty boring for Will but he had just saved the world. And now there was one less cat in the world. One less cat to do that weird licking stretchy leg thing, one less being of evil in the world.
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