The Return Of Waltuh

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Breaking Bad 2.5: Return Of Walter white
by Maxmoefoe

On a cold september, after my great adventures, I was wondering what to do that week. I had picked up my life from where I left it and wanted to make something from it. Then all the sudden a strange woman appeared on my doorstep. She was hiden beneath a long cloak and had long brown nails on her fingers. Her dirty hair fluished down from beneath the cloak and she had glowing eyes!
"You are not who you think you are!" said the strange woman.
"What do you mean?" I said.
"You are not who you think you are," she said again with a mysterious crackling voice like a bad radio transmission.
"I still don't understand you?" I said.
"Here, take this," she said and gave I an Buddy Christ.
"Take this and give it to your parents or guardian, they will know what to do with it!"
And with that she disappeared before my eyes!

I was confused but thought that I had to do something. But rather than going to my parents or guardian, I decided to show it to Adolf hitler.
"Oh no," said Adolf hitler, "you must forget about this!"
"Why?" I enquired,  "what do you know?!"
"I... I can't tell you. My dear Walt, I didn't think it would be this soon!"
"What?!" I yelled, "are you keeping things away from me?!"
"It's .... it's for your own good! You cannot know this!" said Adolf hitler and before I could do anything, Adolf hitler had escaped my grasp.
"No! Dammit! When will I ever know the truth?!"
I was feeling depressed. One of my best friends abandoned and betrayed me. It hurt.I cut myself to make the pain go away, but it only helped a bit. So I wanted to find Belle delphine. After their adventure, I and Belle delphine had been spending a lot of time together. I kind of started to like her.
So I went to Belle delphine and told the whole story. She listened to me without saying a single word.
Then she said: "WTF, this is sooo big"
And I said: I know! Do you know a way to find out what is happening? Why is everyone hiding things from me?!"
Belle delphine sighed and said: "You have always been special, I and not just to me."
"How do you know that?"
Belle delphine looked at the carpet that I had received and said: "it kind of looks like the Nintendo Gamecube, doesn't it?"
"could be...but it might not be...but, yeah,certainly it might be"
"Whatever it is, I can recognise it quite well. And I think," Belle delphine said, "that perhaps the mysterious woman wanted you to find something inside of you.
"Inside? Like my heart?"
"No, don't be silly, like a mamory. Think about it, if your parents lied to you and now Adolf hitler doesn't want to talk to you about your background, perhaps there is a hidden memory in your head!"
Belle delphine's logic was flawless. So I had to try it!

So I concentrated on the object. immeditately I felt drawn into it. It stated ouit as a vague, fuzzy thing like when you wear glasses and there is a lot of moisture in the air and you see a alarmclock on the horizon.
But then it turned out that there was a secret memory, hidden beneath the vail layer of self-loving in my head.

And within that memory, a burning figure appeared. It was Brock lesnar! In hell...

I was confused. I didn't think that memory would be in there, and yet it was there, burning like the heart of a newborn star and the centre of the earth.
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A little Later, Brock lesnar was taking a shit.
was having trouble though.
It felt like days passed and still no sign of release.

"Help..Errrr... ahhhh! Christ! when is this epic poo gonna pass!?" Brock lesnar exclaimed,  face wincing with effort.
He made every effort in his little boy body to expel this demon thing from his womanly back side.

Just as Brock lesnar was going in for another push..
Without warning the bathroom door suddenly burst open unexpectedly. Ahhhh!

"Well hello...Brock lesnar" a seductive noise whispered from the doorway.

A shadowy person stood leaning against the door frame. Her deep, sensual voice which Brock lesnar knew immediately.  mind began racing and a nervous sweat began pouring from  face.

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