> do you even remember glasgow? > pubes turned up in a sweet yellow lambo spyder (custom license plate said "007"). he was wearing a cool tuxedo, and there was a hugely freak-titted slut on his arm. she was at least 10/10, at least. anyway, so he gets out of his car, and he's got dual akimbo miniguns in each arm. > but there's no one there. so he drops his cigar, and he mutters "heh, figures... pussies". he turns back and starts walking towards his car. and that's when it started. > suddenly, about 150-200 guys come wading out of the river. they're dressed up like the sas, wearing those ghilliee suits. neck deep in the water, assault rifles in hand. they've been waiting there for hours, but that's what they trained for. they're ready. > so they pounce on pube while his back is turned. all i heard was gunfire, endless gunfire. and his girl screaming. > i was running away, see. i didn't want to actually fight him. it was all a prank. i wanted to take his picture and post it on brit/pol/. it was just a prank, just to humiliate him. i never thought this would happen. > i crouched down behind a letter boxed and watched him fight. he didn't blink a single time. > not a single one of those sas brutes walked away alive. not a single one. there was at least 300-400 of them. but he just kept fighting. > of course, yeah, he ran out of bullets. are you kidding me? of course he did. not even pube walks around with that much ammo. but he didn't care. this is what he trained for. he had the blade stashed in his trouser leg. > and he used it... oh, he used it. it was like nothing i've ever seen. he did thinks that even my sensei said were impossible. it was a maelstrom of gore, blood, and serenity. i swear, in the middle of the blood bath... for a second it looked like he was in the lotus position, just meditating. > suffice to say, pube won't be posting here again. he's in ultra-mega-government lockdown in a secret prison that you've probably never heard of. heh.
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