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MORTZGAN'Z'S DREAM

MORTZGAN'Z'S DREAM (Filler)

Hi it's BOBO againg andf here iam wiht a stroy wroten by a robit ok a read now.
Morgan Hudson had always hated Lonely Mountain with its cuddly, calm cliff. It was a place where he felt anger. He was a strong, small, G fuel drinker with a hulking head and powerless tail. His friends saw him as a grated, glorious god. Once, he had even brought a queen-like Totem back from the brink of death. That's the sort of man he was. Morgan walked over to the window and reflected on his Desolate surroundings. The Rain hammered like a Lunging Mouse. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Tony Mckroc. Tony was a Fearless Nothing with Green Head and Miniscule Tail. Morgan gulped. He was not prepared for Tony. As Morgan stepped outside and Tony came closer, he could see the jolly glint in his eye. "I am here because I want A valuable item," Tony bellowed, in a Large tone. He slammed his fist against Morgan's chest, with the force of 8807 rats. "I frigging hate you, Morgan Hudson." Morgan looked back, even more, vengeance and still fingering the Neon Blade. "Tony, I'll never forgive you," he replied. They looked at each other with Love feelings, like two big, broken Bat Fighting at a very Fearful Burial, which had Bebop Jazz music playing in the background and two Determined uncles Stabbing to the beat. Suddenly, Tony lunged forward and tried to punch Morgan in the face. Quickly, Morgan grabbed the Neon Blade and brought it down on Tony's skull. Tony's Green Head trembled and his Miniscule Tail wobbled. He looked Anger, his body raw like a smoked, smelly Shotgun. Then he let out an agonizing groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Tony Mckroc was dead. Morgan Hudson went back inside and made himself a nice drink of G fuel.
THE END