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Hey, don't lok at me. I never based the French, even once!
*Suddenly, a large crack appears in the floor. A colum of smoke and flame eurupts from the floor, unleashing a torment of demons and lesser demons as Redwolf's pants suddenly burst into flames. Redwolf runs around the house jumping and screaming, forgetting to stop, drop, and roll as satan himself appears out of the large fissure in the den. The lord of evil towers 15 feet over Red, as his head pokes clear through the ceiling into Red's bedroom. Redwolf suddenly remembers to stop, drop, and roll around on the floor like an idiot, but to no avail as molten lava spews out of the fissure and incinerates everything around it, including Redwolf's shirt, which was only partially on fire. Then Satan speaks in a loud, booming, ominous, evil voice,
"I HAVE COME FOR YOUR SOUL FRENCH BASHER!".
"But I didn't bash anyone!" Red yelps.
"WHAT IS THIS LIE YOU TRY TO PASS OFFON ME! YOU WOULDNT EVEN PASS ONE OF YOUR INSIGNIFICANT POLYGRAPHS HEATHDREN! YOU WILL COME TO THE 9TH CIRCLE OF HELL AND BURN WITH ALL OF THE OTHER LIARS AND FRENCH BASHERS!"
"Wow, how crowded is the 9th circle of hell?"
"PRETTY CROWDED SINCE LAST DECEMBER, NOW THAT I THINK OF IT. BUT, ENOUGH! YOU WILL COME AND BURN FOR ALL ETERNITY!"
Redwolf is dragged into the fissure by the huge, red, 21 foot monstrosity where he is seated alongside Kenny from South Park and Saddam Hussein, whom Satan appears to be close friends with. Redwolf's friends and family mourn his death by giving a memorial service to the only things left in the den; some chared ashes roughly in the shape of some blue jeans.*
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