Potato Death
"I'm the potato gangster! Die you human underlings! Death by potato," he screamed, red in the face and chucked three dozen spuds. Six remaining people on the top deck died, with fatal injuries.
"Who's the man? I'm the man, the man of spuds!" shouted Cecil, running to the stairs and jumping down. A man was on his way up to see what the commotion was. Cecil's size 6 gardening boot sent him flying and a small potato entered the top of the man's skull. Such was the speed of Cecil's superhuman strength and aim.
"Oh God, save us!" whimpered a body builder, his beef cake muscles trembling.
Cecil heard him and grinned. Holding up a potato, Cecil nodded, "Do you know what this is? Do you young man?"
"A potato," answered the alpha male.
"Yes, a humble potato."
"Are you ill in the fucking head, you spud brain? You waffle on about bullshit."
"No, I'm the spud chucker!" laughed Cecil. In an under arm move, he launched the spud. It hit the fifteen stone muscle man, breaking three ribs. One popped through his spam vest.
"Who's the man? I'm the man, the man of spuds!" shouted Cecil, running to the stairs and jumping down. A man was on his way up to see what the commotion was. Cecil's size 6 gardening boot sent him flying and a small potato entered the top of the man's skull. Such was the speed of Cecil's superhuman strength and aim.
"Oh God, save us!" whimpered a body builder, his beef cake muscles trembling.
Cecil heard him and grinned. Holding up a potato, Cecil nodded, "Do you know what this is? Do you young man?"
"A potato," answered the alpha male.
"Yes, a humble potato."
"Are you ill in the fucking head, you spud brain? You waffle on about bullshit."
"No, I'm the spud chucker!" laughed Cecil. In an under arm move, he launched the spud. It hit the fifteen stone muscle man, breaking three ribs. One popped through his spam vest.
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