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| Chapter 8 - Crossroads |
| Commodore began to spit "Yo all I need is one gun, one clip, one scope, One Pasty front...." Commodore began to spit. Oreo interrupted "Dude shut the fuck up, you are not Nas and we dont have time for this shit. The Pasties are on their way from the heavens." "Racist bitch, you think all white people go to heaven, well I got news for you bitch. MICHAEL JACKSON IS GOING TO HELL!!" Commodore yelled out as everyone stopped what they were doing to stared at him. "BOTH OF YOU STOP FINGERING EACH OTHER'S PUSSY AND GET READY!!" Fropac yelled to Commodore and Oreo. "Haha, he said that u gots a clit!" Oreo said to Commodore. "Dude...." Commodore began to say but was stopped when a paintball went wizzing by his face and hit Oreo in the leg. "AHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!! IVE BEEN HIT!!!" Oreo yelled out clutching his left leg in pain. "MEEEDDDIIIIICC!!!" Commodore screamed. Yet, the only thing wrong in this picture is that there are no medics in this war. So yet again everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at Commodore. Commodore yelled out "DONT JUST STAND THERE AND LOOK AT ME YOU LAZY FUCKING MEXICAN WANNABEES, OREO HAS BEEN HIT!!!" "OH SHIT, IM FEELING COLD!! I AM DYING!!" Oreo screamed out with tears rolling down his cheeks. POP POP, more bullets came whizzing by Commodore again only this time hitting Fropac, which for some unknown reason did not hurt him. Commodore realized that no one was going to help him, because everyone was getting ready for the Pasties to land, which was taking a bitch of a time. So Commodore picked up Oreo and carried him inside the hangar. "W w w will I d d dream??" Oreo asked. His face beginning to lose color, he was turning white as a ghost. "Your not going to die Oreo" Commodore said trying to comfort Oreo. "I dont want to die.. I am not ready."Oreo whispered with his last breaths. Oreo was dying fast, and there was not a damn thing that Commodore could do. With his last breath, Oreo made his dying wish "fiiiindd D D Darth M Mulleeeee" Oreo's head fell limply to the side and he stopped breathing. He was dead. "WHHHYYYYYYY!!!" Commodore screamed out with all his rage. He could not believe he just lost his bestest friend that was black....Ah hell who cares. Commodore got up and wiped the blood off his hands, when he spotted 'WhiteHawk'. He almost forgot about the gyro copter. He turned around to look at Oreo. He made a fist in his right hand, pounded it across his chest twice held up two fingers to his lips kissed them and released it with the peace sign directed at Oreo. "Peace out my brother, see you at the crossroads so you wont be lonely." Commodore whispered. Commodore walked over to 'WhiteHawk', when he stopped, and listened. It was still very quiet. The Pasties have still not landed. "Dude this is fucking gay?' Commodore said to himself. He was just about ready to jump in the helicopter when it hit him. Inside his head he was having a conversation with himself. "Wasnt it weird that the bullets that came close to hitting him, actually hit the two black men out on the field." "People are just fucking racist." "Ya ya but whoever was shooting had a pretty good shot, I mean for one he killed Oreo, and well Fropac just cant die, unless it is gang related, and took part in the 'hood'. I am going out there to look for that pansy, and I am going to kill him." Commodore ran outside, to notice that The Pasties were still far from the ground, it has been almost 2 hours since they were seen jumping out of a plane, and still hardly any progress has been made for them to touch down on the ground. Commodore grabbed Oreo's old gun, the gun made by bitchin paintball. He took off in the direction the shot had come from. It was not long till he came to the spot where the shot had come from. Laying on the ground was a box of paintballs and flattened ground. Commodore looked around sensing that it might be a trap, but to late. He was surrounded before he knew it, but it was not The Pasties. They were men, that dressed like the Village People, or faggots like some people would say. The leader figure emerged from the crowd. "Ah SKEET, SKEET SKEET SKEET?" the leader said. What he said translates into, 'Hello fair person, who are you?'. "Who are you?" Commodore asked. Yet their response was the cock of the head, a sign that they did not understand. It then hit Commodore that these people speek the language of Skeetanese. "SKEET SKEET?" Commodore asked, which translates into, 'Who are you?'. "SKEET" The leader said, which translates into, 'We are the Skeeting Fags, we go around and skeet on people, are leader was R Kelly, but he was overthrown, and our new leader is Darth Mullet.' "AH SKEET SKEET SKEET SKEET" Commodore said, which tanslates into, 'No way man, you know Darth Mullet, take me to him....please.' And the Skeeting Fags took Commodore away to their skeeting hole. Meanwhile back in the hangar... "Here borrow some of my skeet, young nigra" said a man kneeling over oreo while skeeting on him. When the mysterious man was done, Oreo awoke with a start. "HOLY SHIT!! DARTH MULLET!!!" Oreo yelled out. "AH SKEET SKEET" Darth Mullet said, which translates into 'yes it is I' "What!?" Oreo said, just then Oreo realized he could no longer understand the language of skeetanese, he looked at his hands, THEY WERE WHITE!! "Oh shit, i lost my black powers...fucknuts" Oreo said with anger in his harsh voice. "Oh my bad son, it is me darth mullet, i am back and i have revived you." Darth Mullet said. "How though?" Oreo asked. "How do i put this?? Lets just say, that what you put in missys mom, is what I just put into you." Darth Mullet said........ |