| Chapter 5 - The Wade Robeson Project - Finale |
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| "I like my sugar with coffee and cream!" Commodore 64 yelled while him and Oreo were walking towards Gannon. "Dude, does your white ass always have to sing something, just stop it," Oreo said. "Racist bastard, you know what, your white too," Commodore said back. "Stfu," Oreo answered back. "Right... What exactly is the Wade Robeson project?" Commodore asked. "The Wade Robeson project as you know it is a top secret plan that only a select few know about, and we are the select few. Darth Mullet and I secretly devised this ever so brilliant plan. It involves the rescue of one of us if ever we are to be captured." Oreo said. "Okay, why didnt we just name the operation to rescue Fropac the Wade Robeson Project?" Commodore asked. "Becuase he is black." <moment of awkward silence> This is one of the many what the fuck moments that will happen throughout their journey. A what the fuck moment is exaclty what it sounds like, WHAT THE FUCK. Oreo and Commodore come up to Gannon, they enter and proceed to where Darth Mullet's last known position. They come to the door that Darth mullet last entered, they pause. "Man, I told that bitch to watch himself." Oreo said. "Ya well, maybe he got caught up in the moment," Commodore said. "And what the fuck is that supposed to mean," Oreo responded. "Hey dont ask dont tell," Commodore said. "Ladies first," Oreo said while he opened the door and Commodore entered. When Oreo was about to enter the room a girl with some fine ass hips walked by "damn... i would put a hurting into that bitch in a second," he whispered to himself. He let go of the door and ran up to the girl. The door shut and locked Commodore inside. "What a faggot, he wont score, and what the hell is this, doesnt a door usually open from the inside even if its locked," Commodore said. "Well, I guess I will just look for some information that will help me figure out where white meat and dark meat went." Commodore first started witht he computer, it was a mac, "Man fuck this, I dunno what i hate more Macs or Gamcubes. O well, wait what is this." Commodore picked up a palm pilot looking thinger, even though it was not a palm pilot, it was more like a hand held tv. It showed a bunch on black people taking a class entitled white-ology. He spotted fropac in a dest, he was wearing... preppy clothes. Just then the door opened and Jim Barker entered chanting "TO DA WINDOW TO DA WALL, TILL THE SWEAT DROP DOWN MY BALL." He noticed Commodore 64 sitting at his desk. "Hey lil Eminem wannabe, whatchya doin, no wait let me guess, you just chillin at da holidae inn? right?." "Ummmmm, if I were black i probably would probably shoot you right now, because your a disgrace to all the wiggers out there. I mean come on man its bad enough we got white people wanting to be black, and a black person wanting to be white." Commodore 64 said. "Man that cracker Jackson is a disgrace to my kind, I mean who in their white mind would want to be white. Shit I would have to kill myself if i were white. If I were white i wouldnt be able to enjoy my culture, which includes. Eating fried chicken, watermelon, ribs, cornbread, greens, busting caps in peoples asses and saying fuck the police and saying one of my favorite lines, keep it on the dizzle izzle fo shizzle my nizzle." Jim Barker said. "Umm, sir, have you looked in the mirror lately," Commodore asked. "I cant see myself because I am blind dumbass, see, here is my seeing eye pit bull. He helps me get around town, he is my eyes." Jim Barker said. Just then a pitbull came out of no where. Right now, Commodore has to be careful not to stare at the dog, because the last time he did that a pitbull chased him down. Jim Barker was reaching for something, it was his bible that he throws at people. Just then Moda jumped through the window and hit Jim Barker repeatidly with his skateboard, "SEMPER FI BITCH!!" Finally Barker cried stop. Oreo ran into the room, he jumped on Barker, put him in a headlock and demanded "LET MY PEOPLE GO!!!!!" Just then the room turned bright white and a mist came out of no where, the room began to spin adn all of sudden it stopped. "How much acid did it take man, whoa...." Oreo said faintly and fainted. Commodore looked to the floor and Barker was gone, "Damn he is gone." "Yes he is, take Oreo's arms and I will take his legs, we must regroup and rethink our plan." Moda said as they carried out their task. They carried Oreo Kanobi back to the car, Commodore rode shotgun and Moda drove home. Commodore 64 was devastated, he had failed his mission. Fropac and Darth Mullet were gone, and all he knew was that they were in some other dimension studying white-ology. He was lost for what to do next, realizing that he will never see his friends again, he decided to give up. He told Moda that he wouldnt be taking part no more in the search for his friends. Him losing took a big toll on Commodore. Moda let him Commodore off at his house, and drove off up the street to his. Commodore entered his house, he did not know what he was going to do know. Jim Barker was gone, his only lead, Fropac and Darth Mullet where gone. And Moda and Oreo would try and solve the case on their own now. Commodore sat down at his computer. He began to type the events that had all happened so fast, he couldnt think straight and stopped. He was in a state of deep sorrow. He laid down on his bed and fell asleep. <---The End---> |