I Wanna Syd The Barrett Part 45 Of 3 Shine On Edition
Stan, Jackyor, and Syd walked off into the heart of the sunrise. Stan with his cargo shorts and striped shirt, Jackyor with his Larry Byrd short-shorts and purple button-up shirt, and Syd with his red tunic with a frilly white tube top over the top with steel toed sandles and some silk slacks from the 32s.
Syd stopped and looked at the two brothers and whispered. “Don’t tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”
Jack escorted his brother and his newfound buddy to his flat in Newport, Stonehenge. The flat was a bilevel suburan housing, with a big tree out front. The scene was completed by big rocks, small rocks, and rocks that look like tits. But its not all arid, there was a large pond, a bunch of shrubbery, and some large oak trees.
They arrived in the fall and there was a brilliant array of bright colours and fallen leaves. Stan opened the door and there was a brilliant hardwood floor in the foyer and a piano in the living room. “Hm, spacious.”
They all sat their bags down on the polished floor, Syd went to find the little boys room while Jackyor claimed which bed was his during their stay at the resort. “Man, I’m liking this place.” exclaimed Jackyor as he layed on the bed. Looking over at his older sibling, he saw that he was in deep thought; gazing out of the window and into the vista before them.
“Bro, why are you so tense? Just relax and enjoy this place seeing as we won’t be here much longer.” Jackyor said.
Stan turned around with a confogled look bestowed upon his face. “What the hell are you talking about? This is your house, jackass.”
Syd, who finished draining his RPG, face palmed. “I’m surounded by a bunch of idiots.”
Jackyor glared at Syd. “Said the guy who has toilet paper stuck on your foot and hanging out of your ass.”
“Oh? Well, usually your mother cleans up my messes so it’s all good.” replied Syd in a nonchelont tone.
That was it for Jackyor, british pop sensation or not, he was gonna kick this guys ass for that.
“Why you little-” Stan grabbed Jackyor and held him down, knowning Jackyor hadn’t yet got over the loss of their dear mother.
“Alright Syd, was that really neccisary?” asked Stan with a edge in his voice.
“Yes.” replied Syd, pulling out a cigeret and lighting it.
Jackyor, still pissed off stormed out of the room and into the backyard where the deer and the analopes play.
“He seems jolly.” stated Syd as he took a puff of dat good stuff.
Stan was slightly agitated as he was watching his favourite TV show “Taio Cruz and the Guy” because of the awful antics The Guy was pulling on Taio Cruz. Stan then went to his favorite website “mensasses.com”. He was not amused. Just then he noticed Jackyor petting a analope. He went outside to console his brotha.
“Look Jackyor...Syd didn’t mean it man he was just krunky because he is constipated. He didn’t mean it man seriously."
Jackyor stared at Stan with a menecing gaze. “Taking his side, huh? Typical.”
“Hey don’t start your shit with me alright? You can be mad at Syd all you want but you’re acting like a damn baby.” Stan stated.
Jackyor’s face went red as he punched a hole through the analope. “Don’t you fucking call me a goddamn baby! Everytime someone insults me you want me to just stand there and take it like a little bitch! Just like in highschool you never helped me with those bullies, saying shit like “hurr hurr just ignore it. Be the better man.” while you left me alone to go hang out with your ‘posse’. Well I’ll have you know Jackyor here ain’t gonna stand for this shit no more!”
Stan could only watch as his brother jumped off the cliff, activating his kekkei genkai to make his body aero dynomitic and glide off to the ground. He then felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Heh, just let him go. He’ll be back when he remembers he can’t cook for shit, let alone hunt.” Syd claimed.
“I guess so...”
Jackyor in the skyyyy! He can go twice as hiiiigh! Take a look! It’s in a book! The Reading Rainbow. Jackyor felt so betrayed. He had to get Syd back, but how?!
“What is Syd sensitive about...?” He pondered to himself
Just then he heard Pink Floyd coming from a campsite nearby.
“I know!” He exclaimed with an exquisite smirk on his fafe.
Jackyor returned later that day and sat on the couch. Syd taunted and teased the cunning Jackyor. Just then, Jack began to sing. “Emily tries, but misunderstands. She is often inclined to borrow somebody’s dreams till tomorrow...”
Syd began to look hot and bothered. “...What are you getting at..?”
“There is no other day! Let’s try it another way! You'll lose your mind and play free games for may. See Emily play.”
“You...you shut the hell up right now...” Syd muttered.
“Soon after dark Emily cries. Gazing through trees in sorrow hardly a sound till tomorrow. There is no other day! Let’s try it another way! You'll lose your mind and play free games for may. See Emily play.” Jackyor sung louder.
“Jackyor...shut the fuck up..” Syd delclared with a low, grim voice.
“Put on a gown that touches the ground. Float on a river forever and ever, Emily. There is no other day! Let's try it another way! You'll lose your mind and play free games for may. See Emily play!” Jackyor finished in all his glorious triumph.
“I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW!” Syd yelled with all his magnificent might as he rushed Jackyor like a black football player in heat. Jackyor smirking at his accomplishment stood up and got in his fighting stance. Syd, void of all thought and blinded by pure rage and agony continued to bound his way to Jackyor. Jackyor then jumped to the floor, tripping Syd. Syd crashed into the exspensive posh vase Stan bought with his earnings from being a small town girl the night before.
Syd recovered and got on all fours, swiping his right foot across the ground like a mad bull. Jackyor, still smirking got in his fighting stance again. With a force to be rekoned with Barrett charged Jackyor again, slashing at him with his longer than adverage finger nails. Jackyor dodged then grabbed Syd’s arm and used the momentum Syd gathered to sling him into the wall. He then jumped into the air and activated his Kekkei Genkai, stretching his leg out to kick Syd in the face, slamming him into the wall again.
“Had enough, crazy diamond?” Jackyor taunted. Just then a red aura started to seep out of Syd and his eyes turned red with slits. Jackyor was so stunned at the pure killing intent that he couldn’t move.
“What the hell is going on here?!?” yelled Stan as slammed open the bathroom door in only a yellow frilly bikini bottom. He then noticed Syd’s state and something from within him willed him to activate his doujutsu.
“...” Jackyor watched as a blood curtling scream came from within Syd’s mouth and he passed out.
“You damn petty squablers.” yelled Stan with an exquitise anger on his face.
“Holy shit Stan how did you do this? I thought I was died for a seconds!” exlamined Jacyork
“It’s High school dear Watson.” he explained with a disnipleary look on his bellybutton. “I knocked the sox of dat bitch ass niqqa.”
As Jackyor opened his mouth to mouth his thoughts Syd once again gurgled and screamed like a welsh little bitchboi and disseapreaded from sight. “Woah what the fuck?!” they both shouted with a confusions.
Stan sercahed the grounds for a multiple 5 years for Syd Barnet. He finally gived up hop.
“Do you have any idea what the fuck just happened brother?” Jackyor asked confudled.
“Actually....yes. With these eyes I can see a faint red trail of red stuff that was pouring out of syds ass crack go through the window into the window next door.”
“....What? Am I supposed to understand any of the shit you just said?”
Jackyor facepalmed at his brothers ignorance while said brother ajusted his trousers. “Lets go have a chat with the niebwhores!” said Stan with a chipper look on his hand.
The quitisential men strode over to the neibwhores house and kindly kicked the door down. “Sup niggas!” yelled Stan. Looking around it seemed as if no one lived in this steaming pile of shit you guys would call a house.
“H-help me” a distresde voice rang out from under the underneath of the door. Stan looked puzzedl as he looked around for a seconds before shrugging and walking in to the house to help himself to some Gyhonny Walker Second Harvest (ohh yeah).
“Sure is boring around here” said Stan in an excited voice. At hat very moment the king of Islam George Remario Deshawl Lawson disitengrated into the Earth at the voice of a Stan ens. Was kinda mad.
“Who the fuck is this?” Stan said with his eyes raised above his eyebrow. Dat man was wearing a tarpis and a multiple hamstring warmers. His eyes sunk just below his collar bone and he smelled of old carp fished by an asian man that got jailed when he went to the deep south alabama bording the mexican cartel.
“I think the question is who the fuck are YOU” the man said to stan with a somewhat disaparent emotion in his voice.
Stan wasnt havin none of dat. “You bes watch yo self fo you cross da line bic nigger.” Stan took 2 steps foward to meet the mens face to face.
“You really wanna skid down this road, you gook?” Geaorge asked the younger man. While Stan had the body of a thesian god and the strenght of a 1000.3 mens George had a lifetime of experience and regret that Stan would never know in a point.billion years.
Jackyor had to stop this before the mens blew up the 3rd quadrant of the earths. “Gais can we please have a multiple civil discussion about this. Albert is on payrole and we need to hurry.”
Stan and Mr. Deshawl Lawson eye’d Jackyor as if he wasnt even in the room. At that very moment Jackyor’s expression hit that of a two ton multiple brick and he had a tear come out of his pelvicular muscle just under the 4th quardrant cordnant grid of his pectoral muscles.
“I...I thought I was wan’ted. I guess everything isnt as it seems.” He cried while his brother mens’ dojutsu activated by it self.
“I feel a disturbance in the forest” Stan punched George through the chest, but not because he wanted to but because he thought it was somewhat funny.
George gurgled and cackled until he died then re-invented himself only for Stan’s dojutsu to go to it’s second level and light him in fire that was a mulitple colored spectrim.
“S-stan how are you doing this?” Jacyor recovered from his moment of disparity and longing for the female anatomy.
Stan’s eyes started bleeding and he passed out and feel on the fallen door to the left of the door that had previously fell when they knocked it down only to hear a mens give out an injured grunt. Jackmens then remembered that they had kicked the door down and lifted the fallen door to find a rake that was ingraved in golden sparkle glitter “Timmy O’Toole”.
The persperation re entered his eye as he remembered that this very rake was none other than Syd Barretts. Syd had sent him a text message 3 weeks ago saying they broke up and Timmy moved toi a cottage far west of the south african canoe.
Forgetting about his faternal brother he picked up the rake bridle style and called the ambulance that flew in on a one propeller chooper. Jackyor slowly walked toward the chopper while crying, Timmy O’Toole in his arms and Stan had woken up and had a radio from 1919s that was playing Soul Longing by The backstreet Kids.
Stan waked ups to the sound of a miltiple radios, they were broadcasting a New York Giants games. Stan listened to an radios and he noticed something was fishie. He asked the nurse “What is the day?”.
She replied rather erroneously “Octember 32nds 1959’s.”
Satn’ was anger and retorted “Don’t you ever lie to me wimmins”
She sweared she wasn’t lied. Stan had an worried smirk on his fafe “I attended that lacrosse game” and she got all scurred because he saw through her lie.
Jackyor attened to the helichopter to find his hidden love that Stan would never know about until he knew. He opened the medical tent inside and got a small package that you would find when you ordered a multiple wendy’s jr western bacon che bruger from subway because we all know that that bastard jared is a lier and they sell greasy foods under the counter for less than the average price of toilet paper. He then opened the small pakage and breathed in “Ugh, moist towlettes...”
Back with the men with the master plen Stan ens he was a furious mens because of this lesser female of a specimen had lied to his face and had the gall to keep living in fear. “Do you undertand how fast i could murder you you bic wimmins?”
“Pretty quickly” she smirked with a sarcasm
This took mr sTan mens to the peak of his anger and he punch her in the foot to hard her gal bladder flew out of her mouth and knocked Jackyors’ moist towlettes out of his hands.
He was kinda mad. “WHO IN THE FUCK THOUGHT IGT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEAR TO DO THAT?” He was mad.
Stan pointed to the dead wimmins. “He did.”
Jackyor at the peak of his rage the distrought mens glowed a bright white purple light and brought he dead wimmin back to life, only to utterly kill every single cell in her body. The only thing left was Jackur, Stam, and his dead moist but somewhat kinda dry, okay maybe very dry moist towlet.
Stan put his lone finger on his brothers shoulder to console him. “It’s gonna be okay mens, you’ll learn soon enough love isn’t what it seems.”
“Yeah I know, but it just seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Stan pointed onwards toward himself and yelled with a quiet voice “Thata way, nigger-slave” on onward they marched toward the north-south star, Manario.
They ended up at Syd Barretts old house and it brought back many emotionals. Jackyor was crying more than a Merill O. Teller on an average Wednesday. Stan was sadder than a Hermann L Graham on a prom night. Hermens L Graph, Stan remembered that mens back in highschool when he asked out a very beautiful woman by the name of Heith Ledger out on a date, only for her to ask “Some wimmins just want to watch men squrm.” and then she died. Stan felt sorry for him, but then he kinda laughed. Stan was sure to wear Wonder Sammich Bags on his feet to keep the sand out of his open wounds on everywhere but his feet. But this was nothing, just an average attire of a Stan Ens.
They looked everywhere for a Syd Barrett, even in the oven, dryer, fridge and under the carpet. He was simply just not there.
But what the mens forgot was too look in the gutter, there Syd layed. His hair was shaven off with a hub cap and the bags under his eyes looked like deflated testicals. “e-e-e-e-e-e-emily,
where art thou? I need you, I see you but you arnt not there. I-I love you. I’m hungry but I need eat.” But she was really there cuz a Stan and a Jackyor could see hims.
“Holy fucking Kami H. Christ, Syd??!”
“e-emily? You speakith to me? I love you, or the thought of you, at least.”
Stan smiled. “Thanks ^_^”
“He’s not talking about you jackass.” Jackyor sneered. “He’s talking to me, the mens he always loved.” He said with a cheeky-esuiqe smirk.
“Enough of this chit chatter, we needs help this mens.”
The mentlegen grabbed him and shovled into the nearest house beside the 19019 V.H. Volvic Smart Car from 18 oh 36. They laied him down and administered CPR into his hair folicles. It didn’t work.
Emily spoked “I talked to you today about all the troubled times. When nothing goes... nothing goes away. All the things you've told me to believe in. I'm alone, in my reveries. I'm alone, in the pain you brought on. I'm afraid that you won't see me and all the times we've had.”
Syd spaketh to Emilies “I've been waiting here, waiting by the phone. I've been touching you, in my only thoughts. Don't you know that I'm still here? Waiting for you to call me into your life insincere.”
Jackyor could only watch in awes. His tear ducts that he once thought didn’t exist a few seconds ago because he lost them when he fought his brother in the Valley of Ens. He creied so hard that the house flooded and the paper boy by the names of Oliver H. Bendi slipped and cracked his head on the soft pillowed matress in Syd’s estate.
The three mens and new wimmins ignored the deceased little boi that swept away in in Jackyor tears and looked as Syd’s hair grew back together and he regained his old vigor at the sight of Emily.
Stan wuz chillin wit his man Skrillz when Syd kipped up to his foot. Syd stared at the two mens and kicked Emily off of a cliff.
“WHY?!” The young wimmins shouted.
“Hard luck bitch” Syd yelled after her.
“Syd the whore didn’t even cook us dinner yet, asswipe. Where are we gonna eat now?!!?” Jackyor said with a multiple disdain in his solarplexums.
“Arby’s.” Syd walked off into the sun rise in the cool mid afternoon night.
Stan was against violence on babby wimmins bc he was old fashioned tbh. He raced down the cliff and caught her at the bottom. He then brought her back up to the top and ran back to Syd.
“Listen here you little nigger, get in my backpack so Syd won’t find you.” Stan spoke softly.
“I...I don’t know how to break this to you Stans...But your backpack died in 56 B.C.....” Jackyor siad with a cried in his voice.
Stan then looked over the cliff with a pang in his heart. But then he remembered that he bought a fannie pack recently, so he was better after that he did laugh though.
So then he proceeded to put Emily in his beautifully crafted Armenian made British leather fannie pack with Romanian velvet straps and gold inlays. “Alright, we’re off” Stan said with a vigor in his testicles.
Jackyor saw that the cool night air was thinning as the sun had a confused look on its face, as it was an autistics 2.1 and it couldn’t figure out which way it wanted to rise. So it took the alternative and went forward towards the Earths. The tempature rose a .3^66 Kelvins higher ever millisecond, convert that, stewart.
“Stans we are going to die if that retard keeps coming towars us!”
“Speak for yourself, rookie” Stan’s dojutsu activated to it’s second stage once again all in the same day and blew back the sun 5.billion kiloliters back to it’s original positioin and he turned its hue to a greenish color. This awakened a terribe force in the earths and the 3-4 heros, I lost count, were being persued by an unimaginably evil beast.
This beast was known in 3 other dimensions as “Adolf Muhammad H. Harvey Wilkes Booth Lee Dandy Warhol III”. But in this particular dimenstion of space-time he was known simply as Gabe Newell. It was glaring at Stan in all it’s omnipotence glories.
“You....this....Stan Ens as they call you...You are the chosen one,” He pointed to him with his third pinky finger. “We shall fight to the death.”
“Fuck yo punk ass, ain’t no body got time for dat.”
Gaben pimp slapped the shit out of Stan’s left pectoral muscle and he went flying into the fourth spatial dimension.
Jackyor was the most angered he’d ever been in his 3 years of life in this world. Part of it was jealously, the fact that Stan was challenged instead of hims and the other is that nobody slapped the shit out of his brother but him.
“You fucking bastard....” he muttered.
“You dare speak to me in such tone, mortal?”
Jackyor used the Earths core as leverage to lunge himself down to the sky to meet Gaben face to crotch. He cocked back his fist to deliver a hay making haymaker upon his chisled celecial jaw line. It didn’t work. He was flung back into his faternal brother who was just recovering from his previous blow.
Stans was shocked and his left elbows were relatively terrified from the encounter. He tried to calm them down. It didnt work.
“My brother the only ways we can beat him is one ways. Teamwork.” Jacyor requested.
Stan was in a too angered state to rationalize the situations. He charged foward. “Stans no!”
Stan’s dojustu activated to it’s second level again and he lit the galactic god h. mens on a colory rainbow fire that you can taste if you can stand the heat, punk. “Grraaaaaaaarrrrgggg, what the hell is this?” Gaben yelled as he took some money out of his belly fat to try to put the fire out because Shaun said that the fire blanket would always work. It didn’t. He was hurt.
“I will envolope the earth in an eternal vacancy of Half-Life 3” Gaben remarked. He was kind of piss.” Gaben raised his hand so high that it dislocated his shoulder and the person next to hims shoulder. His name was Carl, though he is not that important. He died from a blood clot 5 seconds after.
Gaben chenneled all the energies of a 1.2 dimensional galexies all into his index thumb, then he used his smithsonian God powers to duplicated that powers into the rest of his fingers on that thumb alone.
“S-stan....this power....we might not make it through this.” Jackyor said trembling in tremble.
“Don’t worries my faturnal brother mens, I have a plan. ASSUME THE POSITION!”
“Naw nigga, you gay!” Jackyor said in disgustes.
“Just do it he’s about to attack!” Stan yelled.
Gaben’s 5 lights of powa on his 6 fingers all shined a ray into the palm of his hand, makingi one monstrosity of power that would make Stan’s eyebrows slightly wonder whats happening.
“Stan....” said Jackyor in a panik”
“Dude just shut up im consintrating....” the mens said with his eyes shut tightly.
“I LAY A NIGGA OUT IF HE LOOK AT ME WRONG!!” With that Gaben through the energies blast at the two twin siblings that were born 5 years apart.
“NOW!” Stans eyes opened once more revealing his third and final stage of his dojutsu. His eyes were now a mitalic silver and they had 3 blue sperm wale png pictures withen them. As the blast hit a putonic barrier showed up in front of them brothers stopping the initial damage.
“MUAHAHAHAHAHAH, SO THIS STAN GUY WASN’T SO STRONG AFTER ALL” Gaben yelled in all his triumphant triumph.
Unknown to Gaben through, the brothers were not dead. The force of Gaben’s galactic blast flung Stan into Jackyor but jacyors elastic kekkei genkai sofened the blow as they flew 34.56677 repeating kilomoles into a large building in Hollywood, Oergnan.
“Ugh....damn that actually rustled my gymmies...” Stan groanded, completely exaughsted.
“Head hur to baaa...” Jackyor stated in delight.
Mackyor and Etans stoods up to their foot and looked about at their surrondings. They noticed that it looks vaguely familiars. They looked at their feet to see an dead Taio Cruz and a relatively startled Guy.
“......” The Guys eyes when from a somewhat innocent looking brown to a duller brown, void of emotion, just as his face went netural and stoic. He simply nealed down and looked at Taio Cruz, as if he was staring through his corpses.
“What the hell happened to hi- Is that fucking Taio Cruz? Stan look!” Jackyor yelled in a panic yet somewhat confused and happy state.
Stan’s eyes tiredly scanned the body before him. He was too tired to care that his favorite actor, next to Asa Akira, was dead.
The Guy simply stood, his hair making a dark shadow over his eyes. Unnoticed by many, his fists were clinched so hard blood was coming out of his palms.
“HEY HEY HEY! You just fucked up our set! What are you thinking you asshats?” the Director Philis Ellis yelled at them. He then kicked Taio in the ribs. “Wake up goddammit, no sleeping on the set. We have to have this done in time for the next episo-” He was cut off by the Guy’s hand crushing his neck so tightly that it had the circumfrence of a pencel.
Stan and Jackyor watched as the Guy jumped higher than a black guy and smashed the Directors head into his body and his corpse flopped on the ground at the least 5 times but no more than 4 times. As the Guy landed he turned towards the two brothers. Jackyor tensed and put his hands up as if he was ready for kombat.
Jackyor took up a fighting positron and The Guy shook his head so slightly that you would need a magnifying glass times 5,000,000,000 to actually see him shook his head slightly. The Guys was wise beyond his years and he was a 2. % austisms on his dad, Cream of Wheat Jackson’s, side. His brain was of divine perfecktion, but the austism made him a 15.billion times stronger than a silverbackian chimpanzeez.
Stans saw that Guy was in emotional peril, he placed his middle palm on the young menses head and look to him in his eyes. “We wish you no harms to your young silverbacks brains. You’re coming with us little one, as we will guide you and help you use your strengths for the greator goods of Ens kind.” he said with a sadistic but so emotional smiles. The Guy was like the son he would have had if he didn’t kill his wife, but thats another story in of itself. Okay I’ll tell you.
She cheated on him with a cucumber and he killed her. That was shorter than I thought. She died. It wasn’t that funny but after that I did laugh though tbh.
The Guys made a weirding face, because Stam had forgeting he was a 5th dimensional ensian entity. The Guys looked shocked and appauled bc Stan could see into all possilbie futures and pasts and The Guy reached out his hand and touched Stans on the chin, and levitated in a kneeling position thereby furfilling the prophecy that was drawn on a hewn tree bark; The Creations of Ens.
Jackyors witness this greatest moments of men kinds in this single but not the least amounts of universes. I blinding light compelled him and his right hand floated up to Earths and cupped the Guys somehwat enormus nose. Thus sparking the Rejuvinations of a Ens. The three beings, all in one place touching each other at the same times brought every single human to that area as they watched on. Even Jesus H. Christ himself left his home in heaven to watch on.
All was not well though, Devil H. Satan thought that this would be his time to strike. He busted open his blimp a plumeted towards Earth at the blinding speed of 5 milesper/hour.
“BUY THE GODS!” An Imperial gruard from a Oblivions of Elder Scroll yelled as he saw Devile H. Atsans cocked back his mighty fist and bombed that nigga Jesus in the face.
The Guy had seen enough in his time. He was so done with all of this. He ripped Stan and Jackyors hands off of him and rushed towards Devil H. Satan while he was Tei-bagging Jesus H. Christ and God H. Christ was laughing at his Son H. Christ so hard he couldn’t breathe. He didn’t even need to breathe, but that is a intierly difference story.
The Devil could sense the huge killer intent coming from the Guys small stature, as he is about 3 feet in length/depth. The Guy unsheath his almighty rhubarb from his watermelon scabbard that was straped to his back via a nose hair
Stunned this desplay of pure destructive power God H. Christ himself came down to Earth to stop the Guy. He spent all his time creating Earth and he’d be damned if some silverback destroyed it.
“Mortal, cease this merrymen at once.” God said in all his glorious athority.
As Guy wanted to play his part, instead of talking he pulled out a sticky note. He wrote in the greatest penmen ship known to man. “You have FIVE seconds to get out of the fucking way.”
God H. Christ had never in all his years seen a mortal who would stand up to him in such fashion. He was so stunned that he was shivering in his wii little boots. “PLEASE, DON’T HURT ME, OH MY MEEEEEEEEEEE” he shrivled up into the corner out of shear fear of the Guy.
The Guy then turned his glare towards Devil H. Christian Anderson, who was curently contemplating how he was going to get the fuck out of here. As he tried to bolt off Jesus grabbed his ankle and nodded towards the Guy.
Guy mustered up all his strength and flew at the Devil at 9.7.Billion lightyears per second, while in the middle of that writing a sticky note that reads “Means to an end.” and punched the Devil in his stomach so hard that everyone except Stan, Jackyor, God H. Christ and Jesus H. Christ flew back into the Atlantic ocean.
Blood flew out of the Devils mouth even though he didn’t have blood. The Guy was so fast he was able to stick the sticky note on the Devils back before twisting his fist and punching straight through him, thus killing him.
He twirled his rhubard and put it away, looking at the mens as if to say “Gentlemens”.
Jackyor was in shocks “JESUS H. CHRIST”
Jesus shouted “WHAAAAAT?”
Jackyor proceeded to shoot Jesus H Christ in the distal ens of his fibula and killed him for talking to him without permission.
God was an angred at the Jackyor and decided to release his wrath upon hims, but the Guy stepped in, and looked down at him.
“I-I’m not afraid of you anymore, Guy!” God said with a nervousness
The Guy simply walked up to him and grabbed some of God’s leg hairs ever so delicately and with a gentle tug, ripped the deity into 3 pieces horizontally above the legs.
God’s eyes got huge and watery and he cried into the air with the voice of a infant and the Guy felt sorry for his wrongdoings, so he picked God up and gently rocked him to sleep and God started sucking his thumb softly.
The Guy stretched after this debackle (wouldnt want to pull a hammy know what I’m sayin?). He walked along side his newly found brother mens.
Stan started to his feets “OH SHIT, WE GOTTA GO TO ARBY’S TO PICK SYD UP”
As the brother mens approached the restaurant in a Ford Coupe 600, Syd was looking into his bag for his happy meal toy but he found nothing. He had a look on his face of an anger the intensity of 1000 white hot suns.
In a deathly silent voice Syd muttered “Where....in the fuck.....is my toy?”
The cash register was so scared it pissed money from the bottom. The cashier tried to comfort it but was too scared himself. “S-s-s-s-sir this isn’t M-mcDolands..it’s Arby’s.”
Everything went silent. “.....What...” Syds dark hair covered his eyes so that no one could read his emotions as it wasn’t ritten in their native language.
“Give me the fucking toy....”
“S-sir we can’t...” The cashier stepped back as Syd’s killin intent was so strong it slightly raised the Guys eyebrows. Though the raise was so small you would need a nucuelar power microscope with 56.trillion zoom to barely even notice it. The cashier’s biggest and last mistake he ever made is when he took a step back and accidently turned on the ham radio by the slushie machine.
“Alone in the clouds all blue Lying on an eiderdown. Yippee! You can't see me But I can you......”
….......Big mistake. His killing intent raised so high that the Guy actually somewhat knew what fear felt like, though it was barely noticable. Syd in a blinding fit of carnivorious rage used his sygniture technique known as the Vibrating Palm Techniqqu. He developed this when he was exploring his woman pleasing abilities and accidently killed an asian hooker. But that’s besides the point. He struck the cashier who’’s name we now know as Toni El. Tyger in the chest with the mistical technique and all of his insides blew out of the back of him, covering the wall and other employees in blood and guts.
But Syd was not finished, he ripped open the cash register and grabbed the Toni’s head. He pulled out 34 Henrys from one of the cash slots and stuffed Toni’s head into it, blood spurting everywhere. To finish off his assault he then slammed the cash register closed and Toni’s existance dissapated in a fine red mist of blood. He died. Syd got his toy. All was well in Koridai.
Syd jovially walked back to the brother h. mens and gave them a wet willie. Stan didn’t think it was that funny, but after that he did laugh though.
“Why did you kill Toni?!” Jackyor muttared
“WAI I DO IT” said Syd in a domesticateded tone
Stan thought this was the most interesting things in earth so he pulled out his iPad 3 and began recording as Syd put up his dukes and Jackyor tried to calm his tender loins.
“Heya Stan, when did you buy that?” said/asked a lonesum buystander.
“I just spent my monies on it yesterday. The clerk said it was the newest model, I’m trying to ‘fit in’ as the kool kidz call it.” he said to the lower being.
“Oh that’s too bad, they just released the iPad 4 a few seconds ago.”
“.........Ya said wut now?” Stan muttered as he dropped his Padi on the ground. It continued to fall through the earth until it smashed from under the table of a Xhopto-nese families home.
“就像在地狱一样黑” said the yellow mens.
Meanwhile back on the more important side of the Earth Stan’s raging fury emitted out of his beard. It shivered at the thought the the power came from itself. Then it laugh, all was well.
Syd watch on in amusmant, Stan was a funny character wasn’t he? Thought so. But what Syd didn’t notice is his penny he found on a dead WW1 vet back in his home town. He dropped it on the ground in which it replied saying “Fuck you,” in cursive. Syd smiled. He loved Saturdays.
Stan callmed his nerves for a few second. Thinking back to his previous actions. Raping women, pillaging villages, distorting code on goverment files, filling Jackyors sippy cup with piss at the age of 5, even though he himself was the age of 4.7. While he regretted some of those actions, he only wished they were a good ideas at the time. Coming to terms, he concluded that they were.
All this action was too much for young Jackyor, he rubbed at his static nerve ending that his doctor told him he contracted when he touched Stan residual ens of his frontal calf as an infant. It irked him to no end, but as Martin Luther the King stated, “You gotta get shot before you can die of a bullet wound. It worked for me.” That was one of Jackyor’s favorite quotes, but then he changed his mind it wasn’t really that cool afterall.
Syd was destined to finish off the forsaken reataurant for defiling his honor, his pride, and most importantly, his happy meal toy. He lined the building with numerous C3 explosives that he made himself whilst reading the back of a shampoo bottle while taking a massive shit. Don’t lie you read them too. Anyway, Syd blew up the building and a piece of shrapnel landed in his beautifully, angelically crafted left middle toe. He was mad. He left. It was a bad time.
Jackyor wasn’t so concerned with his older brothers departure as he was listening to “Lakalufer Jr.” by Lunchbag Rodrigruez on his Microsoft Zune .5th Generation, his new favorite band consisting of three people, all of them playing the drums. The vocals were so beautiful he cryed until tears came out of his pours. At that moment he decided to call this substance “Sweat.” He fondled it until it giggled in joy, then he poured methonal on it and lit it on fire. Upon completion it squarulated Stan’s exact position.
“Come on Syd ol’ pal, Stan is about 18.4 and a dime klicks from here. I hypothesize that he’s fucking a hooker but that ain’t none of my bussiness.”
Stan stood at the edge of Ferthius Lake in Rome wondering what he ever did to deserve this. His fishing hook hung loosesly between his thigh and his testicles. Therays of sunlight bounced of a lone sweat bead running down his left nut. It was beautiful, it was more than he ever wanted. Suddenly the hook jerked and Stan peared into the water to see that he had caught a Goonch Beibag, one of the rarest anphibian fish as it only appears in this plain of existence when it feels like it.
"Ugly lookin bastard aren't ya?" He pondered to the Goonch, which snarled a him and spit on his cuff links.
Stan's emotions got the better of him and he bitch slapped the fish right in the gullet, completely distorting it's facial structure before throwing it in a jar of man-nase and chucking it in the woods.
"Now who thaught it would be a good idea to do that?' Said a somewhat familiar but yet so strangly unfamilar voice. It was Syd, comepletly and utterly naked except for a lone left sock on his man-stick, as that's the way he came out of his mother as an infant. The Goonch landed right on top of Syd's left nipple. Now he wouldn't be that mad but this was his favorite nipple. I'd tell you why but quite frankly I don't have the time. Alright goddammit I'll tell ya sonny.
It was his favorite nipple. FIN.
UNFIN: Continuing onwurds with the novel he was reading Jachyor felt the sudden urge to chuck it across the room and smash Stans 144p T.V. he bought at the farmers market when he auxund off Oliver Twist for buck fifty. But that's a whole nother story in and off itselft.
"Brother I think we all need to sit down and talk about this. So far we've done nothing but fight amoungst ourselfs. Syd, I hate the be the bear of bad news but...You're too violent. If you don't straighten up your act we...we're gonna have to kick you out of the group...." Jackyor said as he ripped outa fat guy's molars for breathing in his pure oxygen before stabbing them through his gut and laughing as the lard fell out of his bellybutton. It was a site to behold but also one that really wasn't a good idea at the time. I mean really, have you seen a real life version of the pillsbury dough boi bleed his own weight in hamburgers and twinkies? No thank you.
Anyway, all was well in the land of Earth until Syd forgot how his arms worked.
“Syd, stop moving.” Stan gestured with his mouth
“I can’t” replied the raven-haired mens.
“What do you mean you can’t?”
“I forget how.”
The current king of Hyrule, King Harkinians IV1/2 came all the way down to help Syd in his time of need as Syd helped him fight a gorilla with a papier-mache paper in the 1925’s. He smacked Syd upside his bean-head. “Oh!” the King grunted with an effort never before seen by human ears. His work was done as Syd stopped moving his arms around. The King smiled a jolly old smile and pranced off back to his castle which was a .meter away from their current position.
Jackyor was witnessing what just happened. He was laughing so hard but he didn’t know why because it wasn’t that funny tbh. Jackyor then proceeded to pause real life so that he could continue watching his favorite movie known as 1 and a half Dalmation, a story about a dog that got close-lined by a fire hydrant because he pissed on it, but the dog was actually a female. He didn’t enjoy it that much because the bartender Shagsworth Q. Bendik Jr. Sr. forgot to butter his popcorn, he was also out of energy due to his diabetes in his left deltoid.
Stan grew tired of Jackyor’s incessive spurts of getting off track of life and he grabbed one of his noses and tugged it with a mighty push. “Brother we must continue, Albert ain’t gonna wipe his own ass.”
“I have an idea! LET’S VISIT THE KING!” Jackyor asked.
“Great idea.” It wasn’t a good idea.
All three men including the guy got on a trolley to travel to the King’s kingdom, only to find out they were standing next to it the better part of 5 days. As they walked in they were greated with a rather unpleasent sighted.
“Do you wish to harm me?” The King’s assistant Gerard 7. Bulter Jr. asked with an esquisit look of fear on his face.
“I am going to hit you” The King replied, his hand was twisted @ a 110 degree angle and it was frowning. He was kinda pissed off, but he chuckled a few times before the King told him to “shut his whore mouth”.
“Ahahaha, yeah, shut your whore mouth when Billy Mays is talking!” Gerard said laughing, he was amused.
Unknowned to him The King’s hand was actually The Guy in his henged state, he unhendged himself and pulled out a rusty spoon, with this instrument of destruction he proceeded to scrape off Gerards nutsack until it converted itself into a clitoris. Gerard, while strong in his own right, couldn’t handle the flood of estrogen in his veins and he promptly died by throat cancer, but not from sucking dick but from the estrogen. Yeah, the estrogen. Then again what’s the difference? Only time would tell.
“Boy it sure is boring around her-” Just then the Guy was sick and tired of this cock sucker always inturrupting when grown ups were talking, so he grabbed the Kings other hand and punched Link in the face with it. But Link was not to be defeated so easily. He fell on the ground and died. “That was easy” said a lone staples easy button that the Guy had stepped on, he got mad and crushed it with his massive dick. It is a well-known fact that retardeds are bigger than the average french-man. Oh please, don’t act so shocked, it happens to all of us at some point. You remember that one Robert Downey Syndrome you saw at that burger king when you were a 6-year old? Pepperidge Farm remembers. Anyway, he was probably packin’, ya know unless he had man-tits, but that’s a different story in and of itself.
Back to the scene at hand, as everyone’s nerves calmed down until they were to the point of no conflict. All was well. Syd was sleeping like an infant in Stan’s arms while The Guy sat there glarring at the wall, waiting for it to try something stupid so he could punch it down. Just his paranoia kicking in along with his hydrochloric acid poisoning. Jackyor was looking at his Zune trying to access the internet to he could look up this porn site called “Nick Jr.com” that was reccomended to him by FDR. The King sat in his thrown listening to “Lifes a Bitch” by Nas Jr. it was his favorite song as he’s the one who wrote it. He also liked the song “She changes like the weather” by Michael J. Fox and the Shakes. He thought it was funny to watch the tears of a silent rain, seek shelter on his broken pain, and run away, but I remain to speak the words that sing of alone. I got sidetracked, sorry, bad vibes man. Oh, and Jackyor had arrived only moments ago.
!, A knock at the door was seen, but not heard. “Who is it?” The King asked. No answer. “Yeesss?” he asked again. No answer. “Do not make me get out of my seat!” They decided to answer not because they wanted to but....you get the fucking point.
“King! I have arrived with an eurgent message!” A high pitched voice yelled from across the room.
“Bring it to me at 1nce, you fat orange nigger.”
“I am going to bring it to you. AH. AH.” The room tensed up to about 45 degrees K. Even Hank was scared. The front door of the Kingdom slowly opened up. Everyone including Jackyor gasped when the man with the message was none other than Jackyor holding a dufflebag.
“Here is your message King. He bowed to the King, handing him the trufflebag.
“Alright hold on a fucking second, who are you?” Jackyor asked himself.
“The sex partner you deserve, just not the one you need right now,” he replied with a smirk before calling himself a premature ejaculator.
“What the fuck is this?” The King yelled, in the bag was none other than his wife’s panties with stains of an unknown substance. Probably sperm but don’t let the mental image get to you, it’s only Saturday.
“WHAT IS THIS?” The King asked Jackyor.
“A means to an end.” Jackyor said before the panties exploded in the King’s hand and the Kingdom crumbled above their feet but not above their head.
if you were standing upwards of 10 feet away you could see Jackyor jump out of one of the windows before he got killed.
As the smoke cleared The Guy was seen standing over The King, Stan, Jackyor, The Guy, himself, and Gerards dead remains to sheild them from the punitive damages. BUt all was not well, the comeplete left side of The Guy’s right arm was melted off, from the extreme cold temperatures of the fire. But he did not let that discerne him. His job was to protect all innocence and loinging for the female anatomy.
The King got up with a fury that rivaled Stan’s, but was not quite as potent. It was still good enough for the acation. “Jackyor you better explain to me why you did that at once!”
“It wasn’t me it wasn’t me I swear to God!” At that very moment, dietie known as God H. Christ reappeared before our protagonists.
“Did someone call me?”
“.......” Is what everyone in the room except The Guy and God said.
“Didn’t I kill this fucker?” Stan asked while munching on a bagle that got convenietly cooked in the blast. It was a pretty good bagle but The King didn’t have any cream cheese in his fridge, so Stan settled with less.
“Oh it’s you...Look, I don’t want any trouble. I just wanted directions to the Malt Shop.” God said trying to calm Stan’s already calm demeanor down.
Stans looked at his watch and told God the exact ramifications to get to the Malt Shop.
When the crew got there they saw an unfamiliar smell that they knew all too well. They overheard a distinct stoner-ish voice off in the distance
“Like what’s the fuckin plan” said the brown haired mans. Unaware of Stan and Co.’s presence.
“Simple, sis” Said none other than Fred Jonez, the leader of the famed detective agency, Fat Larry’s Band.
“Who the fuck is that?” said Velma Dinkley of Fat Larry’s Band.
“If it isn’t my old college roommate Stan Ens!” said Fred with a smirk “Do you remember the time when we got Jackyor drunk and flushed his bean-head down the loo?”
“How could I forget?!” Stans chuckled “How about when we used two cans and a string to talk across the hallway?”
Freds simply laughed and Shaggy wondered what the fuck was going on, but he always did that, so he was fine IRL, but Jackyor was love-stricken by the brown-haired probably lesbian beauty across the street. He thought this way because he saw her or at least someone like her pant like a bitch in heat whenever she walked by an ACE hardware.
She notcied Jackyor’s pensive glare and slightly lowered her opiliptics in a seductive manner, showing off the slight stubble that conjugated around her lower third. This action caused Jackyor to gag but not because it was repulsive but because it was native to his DNA arbitrary make up.
“So...I couldn’t help to notice you from across the room.” Jackyor said while he weaved his leg hairs into a rose and gave it to the manly woman.
“That would be a cool story if we weren’t standing outside.” She replied. Jackyor looked around, they were outside. How this slipped his brain was beyond him, but he didn’t let on on his mak game.
“How about you and me ditch these loosers and go do some Hanky Panky behind the Malt Shop?” He asked while pulling out his rather vieny member. It’s name was Chuck.
“Did somebody call my name? Ya damn kid’s I’ll tell ya hwhat.” Stan and everyone except Hank Hill were suprised to see none other than Hank Hill walking out of the Malt Shop with nothing but 13 plastic Nestle Pure Life water bottled filled with propane in it’s triple point state.
“Hank I thought you were dead!” The King said in all his might, unknown to the others the King had hitched a ride with Stan on his 1423 Julius Ceaser Edition Moped fitted for one person, so he just rode on Stan’s shoulder.
“Well ya thought wrong Dale.....God....Dale....” Hanketh Hill slipped over his own big toe at the thought of his deceased friend. Dale was a pretty cool guy once you got to know him. The thing was no one ever got to know him, so he was a dick.
“Hank you stop that sissy boy crying at once! Dale should not have taken my bagel bites from the freezer next to my briches that I got from my grandpama at the age of 17. I would have spared his life but he spit on my beard and laughed whilst holding a flame thrower on top of the Tenpenneys tower.” Frankly the King killed Dale, right after he killed Hank.
But what we didn’t know was that Dale was standing right next to Hank the whole time.
“O my god” said Dale
“BWAAAAAAAAAAH” screamed/whispered Hanks and Dale’s brain asploded because he hit a brain frequency of vibration and it shatter like a wine glass.
At that point in time it was clear that the world was in mortal peral. Not that anyone gave a shit but because God didn’t like when you lied to his face ya see. Hank’’s head landed upwards of 3 feet but no more than 3 feet by his armrest as he was sitting in Thomas Kiernans Ems chair from the 1867s as he thought it was a good idea to play a harmless prank on Tom, but he was wrong.
Thomas Keirnan rose from the land of the livings and proceeded to bash Gods skull in with Hank’s head before he placed it back on Hank’s body because bad things happen to good people. Stan laughed.
UNFIN: FIN. UNFIN 2.0: “Like zoinks where is Jackyor and Velma?” just then a light harded panted could be heard and the sounds of cows fucking played over the speaker of Stan’s iphone 4sjr.
Shaggy traced the sound to behind the malt shop where he found Jackyor and Velma playing an intense game of backgammon whilst naked. How unsanitary. Although it was perfectly normal in Jackyor’s culture.
Scooby who was taking a dump in Shaggy’s cat nip decided it was a good idea to show up, it probably was too. “Hey Raggy- OH MY VIRGIN EYES. SOMEONE KILL ME LIKE OLD YELLER PLEASE” Scooby said as he caught a glimps of Velma’s snatch. It wasn’t pretty. Okay it kind of was but in an ugly sort of way. You know like that one time you and your sister made out in a Pike’s Peak souvenir shop dressing closet. It was like that. Told you it was bad. It would be even worse but Stan didn’t have a sister unless you count Jackyor so he didn’t give two shits, only one. But it’ll cost ya. Ha. Moving on.
“Okay” Hank simply said as he pulled a Serbu Super Shorty Jr. shotgun out of his back pocket and shot Scooby in the dome. To be short he killed him for the lulz not because he asked to be shot.
“That’s a terrible pizza” Dr. Ottio Octavius said and then he left.
“LIKE FUCK THIS” Shags yelled in a fit of rage as he witnessed the death of his secrect lover Scooby. He was so mad that he reeled around the fountain to cut off Stan Ens from going to the reopening of the Telly Tubbies by pinching the Ensian warrior in the sternum up to 7 times before slamming the Earths axis on top of him.
Everyone went silent as this was the first death of an Ens in never. Jackyor and The Guy looked at their faturnal father/adoptive brother/mother/2nd cousin once removed. A lone tear started to cascade down Jackyor’s face at the sight of a dead Stan. Even the tear started to cry at the sight of a dead Stan. Stan died.
“Well shit...” said Hank, this wasn’t on his daily planner that’s for damn sure. He was kind of glad Bobby didn’t see this but that’s a different story for a different time.
Shaggy realized what happened. “I....I...It was an accedint I swear...” He lied, he intended it from the get go. His brown bell bottoms were tired of this shit and decided to leave.
Jackyor couldn’t handle this much emotionals at once so he took action. He was gone in a flash, and you know what they say, “You see the flash, that’s your ass.” He grabbed the tear that came from his eye and started to whip Shaggy on his apple bottom with it as it giggled in joy.
As Jaskyour continued raining down hell on Shaggy, Scooby’s dead body rolled on the floor laughing as that is what you do in these kind of sitiuations, not all the time but some of the time.
Fred paniked. “You’re gonna kill him Jackyor!”
“That’s the fucking plan,” He replied with all the anger in the universe. The universe pleaded with Jackyor to calm down but he told it to shut it's fucking mouth and to not mend with adult affairs. It cried. In his fit of rage he grabbed the planet Pluto by the anchors and bashed Shaggy across the cranium with it, spewing the stoners brain matter on the dirt sidewalk. He then consolde Pluto as it never experienced the death of a sentinel being before. There was a first for everything, you just gotta learn when the time was right. But now was not the time and Jackyor was not in the mood so he destroyed Pluto out of principal.
There comes a time in every man's life where he realizes that there is a force that cannot be reckoned or joined with, as the natural balance of the omniverse was at stakes. This, he knew, you don't fuck with a Jackyor Macinfash.
That's a lesson to be learned, children. Bear this in mind, keep this locked within the deep ressessis of your brain. You live by this rule and this rule only, as it can be the difference between dying early or dying earlier than that. Because that is my nindo, my ninja way. Fuck you. You've never had to sit by and watch as your comrades who were dicks anyway get gun down by the Vietcog because you turned on your flashlight for your own devices. But I digress, I'll wallow in my self pity at a later date.
Fred looked at Shaggy's cooling corpse in utter shock, his very childhood friend was just killed without mercy, treated like gum on the bottoms of a shoes. And there stood the culprit, Jackyor Macinfash. With that smug fucking look on his admititably dashingly handsome face. How dare he, who does he think he is? "I...I hate you.." Fred muttered, his very voice shaking at the thought of Jackyor's underlying prowess.
Jackyor turned his neck towards the blonde leader nonshelontly as if he didn't give a shit about anything. He didn't. "You hate the fact that you're powerless to stop me, that you're completely outmatched," Jackyor slipped on some surgeon gloves he got from buying the collectors edition of Surgeon Simulator 2013. "Imagine feeling this everyday, as your brother basks in the glory, while you had the fate of being born 5 years younger. Every day I was being compared to him, my parentes asking me "why am I not as good as stan"and then...to learn that I was nearly fucking adopted because they didn't want me...Makes me want to destroy this very earth. But...I'm too lazy" He smiled at Fred, giving him the illusion that he just may get out of this alive. He wasn't.
He grabbed Fred by the gabber and smashed it like a zit before the first day of middle school that you get from your underlying pubatious hormones. Fred could only make a disgruntled gargling sound as Jackyor lifted him off the ground with the mere flick of a wrist, a technique he learned from a masked man named Menma on the streets of San Go Deigo Go. He then slammed Fred through Daphy, the unimportant whore of a woman that was practically glued to Fred's dick, killing her then he drove Fred threw the second layer of crust in the Earth.
In the wake of his bloodlust the CEO of ImBeastinEnergy could not tell friend from foe. He snatched the lesbian-esque wimmin Velma by the basket weeve and used her face to carve into the ground “Death is imminent” before ripping off both of her legs and throwing her into a weedwhacker.
As the rage filled mens went for more inosent bistanders a hand lashed out and grabbed his writst. It was none other than Syd Barrett. He looked Jackyor int he eye with a pensive smile on his face, letting the man know everything would be alright in the end, as Syd new things weren’t as they seemed. Syd was far more perceptive than the average blood bat.
Jackyor felt the roughness of Syd’s hand on his shoulder that held his hand back and concluded that Syd must have had a rare desease known as Ceriopulsy that made your muscles crippled when you were sleep. Yeah, that seemed right. Not really.
As Jackyors adrenaline started to die down he looked at his brothers dead body, Stan had this offset look in his oculars. He couldn’t take this anymore and had to sooth his nerves with some Dandy Boy Apples he got from an irratiaded canister from the fortenth chapels.
Syd took eleventy six paces backward and eleventy seven paces forward to get to a safe distance away from the explosion of raw youthfulness that was about to asplode from Hank’s narrow urethra as he was bourne ceaselessly into the past. Tubby.
And so it seemsed that after a 5ifty5ive long year break we have finally returned. I am well. Stan is not because he's dead but he's doing pretty okay financially. Jackyor was relatily baad because he had a dead brother and a sirrohsis of the liver. Syd went on to become the lard of the rings but then he came back to witness the Stan End of a Stan Ens.
The liquids of the earth gods giaga from the roman greeks cried upon the earths as jackyor dress in all black but with a red shirt tie signalling his blood poured just 5 minutes prior to his brother dying. A crowd of onlookers watched as his hand slowly caressed his buttox as he cried with glee. He was no longer the same man and he probably never would be. As he shook with the sadness of an american soldier storming a Nazi prison camp with the sole purpose of trying to find a decent bathroom only to find a dead 12 year old malnourished pencil on Hitlers desk. The King was the only brave soul to walk up to the kasket with jackuor and consoled him.
"My boy..." The king looked. He had to do this.
"I guess this was just how it was supposed to bees..." Jackyor laughed.
"I am not sorry for your loss but I kinda am a little bit as I too lost a close women to me one time" the king pondered remembering Gerald. He hated gerlad.
Stans lofles bodi was lowered into the groned. Syd recruited his frend Tym Buclky to sing at the memorials.
Tyms voice rang clearly thru the pins and berc trees surrounding the cememetry. "And sometimes IIIIIII, I wonder, just for a while". Just as he finished his sentenced, he contracting celiac disease and died on the spot. Syd gave a wry simile suggesting that he injected him with the disease. But knowing Syd it was all in good phun.
"Can't we all just get along" said rick perry whilst holding a sign to vote for him in the 1998 presidential election.
"No." Syd ripped his soul right out of his body and put it in a trashcan. Maybe he should have checked the dates first before commuting fuckery.
And with that Jackyor took one finals breathings as he closed stans kasket even though they arelady shut it and started lowering it 3 minutes prior. Jackyor was never one to conform. Finally he grabbed a hand full of earth and dumped it over his brother, some of the riffraff with unlucky enough to be standing on this earth sections and got crushed.
"Wells it looks like it ends here," jeakyors eyes scanned to SIDS. Syds face was unreadable, his throat pitter pattered up and down as if he wanted to speak but he couldn't, just locking eyes with jackmens. "Syd..."
"Bye." Syd was gone.
You might think that our story ends here, but you’d be gay and even more importantly you’d be wrong. Because at that exact moment Dexy’s Midnight Runners showed up. Fucking Dexy’s Midnight Runners, how did they even get anywhere near the amount of monetary compensation needed for them to even consider coming to Stan’s funeral. No matter, they starting singing “Come On Eileen” and Syd punched Hank. That’s when Syd looked at the camera and said “The Amazing Frog?”