| Chapter 1 - Harborfret |
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| "SKEET FOR POINTS BITCH!" Darth Mullet said to Commodore 64 as he whopped on Commodore in Soul Caliber for the PS2 "Where the hell is that from?" Commodore asked "Watch the 'Get Low' video and pause it at a minute 38" Darth Mullet answered with his tongue haning half out of his mouth as he hit the buttons furiously. "Fuck this" Commodore said. "Lets go in the internet and see if Oreo Kanobi is on, he should be in Europe by now." Darth Mullet slid into the chair and wheeled over to the computer. His house was upgraded to version 2.0 since the last time we were here. They gots cable internet now bitch. THATS RIGHT ROADRUNNER HO!! Darth Mullet typed to Oreo "y0 h0w 15 3r0up3" Oreo imed back "Its off the chain yo, Anissa and I are chillin at the Holidae Inn, all she is doing is swimming and that water is damn cold yo. Wanna play Starcraft?"(its known throughout the galaxy of kilpatrick ave that oreo does not like to swim and he loves to play Starcraft a simple computer game) "N0 1m c00l pl4y3r" Darth Mullet typed back. "M3 4nd C0mm0d0r3 h4v3 70 90 7r41n w17h 0ur L19h7571ck5" "ttyl" Oreo responded. "Tell Anissa Commodore says hello" Commodore posing at Darth Mullet imed. "Shutup ric go play with your itching balls" Oreo messaged back. Commodore and Darth Mullet walked outside to practice the profession they now seek, to advance to the next level, from Street Knight to Street Master. Street Masters posses the knowledge to wield the most dangerous weapon known the streetsmen, a lightsaber bought from walmart. Many a great people have died trying to become a Street Master, amoung the dead include: Mr. Rodgers, John Wayne, John Ritter, Jay-Z, Will Smith, and Johnny Cash. They all died of mysterious deaths, and to this day there is only one true Street Master.... FITTY CENT BITCH! He automatically was chosen when he got shot 9 times in the head up close with a sawed of shotgun loaded with sniper bullets twice (many men wish death 'pon him). To prove yourself worthy of being a Street Master you most earn enough street cred. Street Cred is giving to those who do great deeds in the 'hood'. When you become a street knigh your given a walmart bought blue bladed lightsaber. Its the least destructive of them all, given to the newbiewan of the profession. Both Darth Mullet and Commodore 64 posses a blue bladed walmart lightsaber. "What shall we do today? We need about two thousand more street cred, i just checked the current publish of street cred guide on the internet, and we have earned about 57 thousand just for killing all the pasties and fucking up the town" Commodore said. "Yaaa i guess we sure did mess up the town, well the east side of town that is, haha it needed a remodeling job, we gotta just hire the gay people to come and redecorate it." Darth Mullet said. "Well I suppose we go and hunt some hoodrats" "What!? I love me a project bitch dude!" Commodore said. "No man im talking about actual rats in the hood, these things are mad gangsterish. They are real big, their strapped with a nine and have a joint sticking half outta their mouth. And I head some are packing rabies. I mean for christ sakes man, its bad enough the blacks brough AIDS to America, now we got hoodrats bringing rabies, everything about the ghetto is dirty man." Darth Mullet said with frustration. "WHOA MAN! All because this story is called RaceWars, it doesnt mean u can go around being all racist and shit, but u forgot about the mexicans bringing their alien asses into america and spreading laziness. I mean look how people talk on the internet. They use all these abreviated words and shit, i mean how fucking hard is it to type out three fucking letters, no! people have to say u or r instead of you and are. I dunno man, it keeps me up at night." Commodore said. "Riiiggghttt..."Darth Mullet was about to start to say something but was cut short from the errupt sound of screeching tires. He turned around and noticed a car had halted infront of his fresh driveway(another improvement made to the new v2.0 house). The car door flew open and out came running Airhead, Darth Mullets little sister. "BRRROOOO!!" Airhead came running out of the car screaming. She ran up to Darth Mullet and Commodore 64 holding her new celly. She flipped the cell phone open and was just about to show them a picture, but her batteries died. "OFTEN FUCK!!!! ALWAYS!!!! anyways guys, there is a crisis at the harborfest, here take these two tickets they will get you in. I cant tell you whats going on, i gotta get back to the harborfest, my 'posse' is waiting for me." Airhead turned on her heel and ran back to the car. Commodore yelled after her "WAIT!!! CAN WE GET...A.........riiiiide" it was to late Airhead had sped off back to harborfest. "WTF man, if there is trouble at the harborfest, why the heck is she going back??" Darth Mullet asked. "I dunno man, but it keeps me up at night." Commodore said. Darth Mullet gave him a weird look. Clutching the two tickets she have to him, Darth Mullet ran to the back of the garage and took out two bikes, both Darth Mullet and Commodore set off towards Harborfest, to engage in Operation: Harborfret. |
| Episode II.5: Paradise of Nikki and the Adventures of Darth Mullet and Commodore 64 |