Before Electric Sass, I was a nobody. Just some hopeless nert sitting on a street corner, willing to do horrible, disgraceful things just to get enough money for another hit from World of Warcraft. Eventually, it got so bad that I joined the Mob. Since I'm not Italian, I only got the shittiest jobs. I killed men, women, and children, and I had to live off of meatballs those Italian scumbags threw at me. All this time, I barely had enough to get my WoW fix.
Soon, though, it wasn't enough. Those bastards in the Mob wanted me to kill a ninja. Even though I was a bad dude, I was not a bad enough dude to save the president from ninjas, let alone just kill one for no reason. I was in a group of ten other people that day, and we were all going to go and shoot this one ninja that had pissed off our boss. When we approached the ninja, guns loaded, safty off, and ready to blow him away, it happened... He just totally flipped out and killed two guys with nothing but a spoon and some macaroni. The guy next to them was in the process of saying "Damn! That was badass!" when the ninja took out a dime and threw it into his mouth. He choked on the word "ass."
The rest was a blur of bullets and blades, and suddenly evey other man in the group fell to the ground in peices. He sheathed his spork and butterknife and turned to me. Without pausing between words, he said to me, "Youarenotworthyofdieingbymyblade. YouaretoopatheticI'msurprisedyoustillbothertobreath. TrysomeElectricSassitdidwondersforme."
With that, he riffed on an electric guitar, and I passed out from the sheer badass.
I woke up the next day, in a puddle of my own pathetic, when I remembered his words. I started looking for some Electric Sass that very moment.
The results were amasing. Suddenly, people were throwing money at me and begging me to go play WoW. My character leveled up so fast that soon characters died just because I unsheathed my sword.
I also found that I had attained incredible physical strength and skill. Soon, I decided that I was ready... Ready to take on the Mob!
I entered thier hideout. They were naturally surprised to see me--they thought the ninja had killed everyone that day. I pulled out my pair of pistols. The first bullet killed three men, though one was actually a bystander. The firefight that ensued was too crazy to describe. Thier bullets bounced off my skin, while each bullet I fired killed or wounded two men each. Then, at least, the mob boss stood before me. He was known for making a face that was so horrid, it caused men to die on the spot. He didn't hold back any punches. The face of fear itself stood before me.
I laughed at this, and put a bullet between his eyes.
Today, I own three different plants, have more money than Bill Gates, and badassedness almost on par with the ninja that saved my life.
Thank you, ninja. And thank you, Electric Sass. <p>
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Kirby is not amused.</p>
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