Mr Ooze had been hasty in his decision. The cold slug barely missed my avatar but still managed to find its way to my shoulder. A sharp jolt of pain tan through my body, the kind of pain that makes you stop and think for a while. I doubled over and held my wound, trying to keep as much red text in there else I were to black out right then and there. Ooze looked disinterested, almost pitiful, as he raised the iron right to px48.
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More often then not, one is usually convince that more than one bullet is a good step towards a healthy state of mind, but the surprise that lit up his face was duly reciprocal. with my last ounce of strength, I lunged at him, and tossed him in his back. His iron, now a great paperweight, flew out of his hand and skidded across grim covered cement. My vision was starting to go but I knew I had to fight it: there are some things a man needs to find out before he dies, and while I wasn't certain I knew it I figured it couldn't hurt to try. I jabbed him right in the mouth, and heard something crunch underneath, and it wasn't a potato chip. one punch and his jaw snapped like a model plane. Mr ooze, his mouth now exuding his namesake, lay in shock. no one is calculated in their moment of vigor and only after dealing the blow did I realize talking was a feat my friend wouldn't be very adept in. realizing my mistake, I left the sap with some parting advice:
"You better find a pine tree quick- cus no one's gonna believe what happened to ya tonight"
