Melido Perez the Lobster ran for hours and hours crying in the dark and tripping over logs. Every time he landed with a face in a plant he was reminded of how terribly Boris had rejected him and how he was going to reject his life. It was on Christmas Eve at 11pm after hours of running through the forest that he finally spotted a well. He ran as fast as his little lobster legs would carry him but he did not reach the well. There was another well hidden in the undergrowth which he unexpectedly fell down. As he was falling he became pregnant. I do not know how he became pregnant but it truly was a Christmas miracle and maybe had something to do with God or shepherds. He landed at the bottom of the well and gave birth to a beautiful baby lobster, who was Jesus. "Melido Perez the Lobster," Jesus said "you are now Santa the Lobster."
Melido Perez the Lobster was amazed. He had never been Santa the Lobster before in his entire life, and he was not sure how he should do it. "Ho ho ho." He said, and that was a good start. It was almost Christmas Day, and he needed to deliver his gifts. He did not have any gifts. "Please Jesus lobster my son, could I have some gifts?" he asked Jesus.
"No." Jesus replied. "Go to the mall." And so Melido Perez the Santa Lobster set off for the mall.
We're not going to solve gun massacres with bad manners, people.
The guns are gone. Now what happens to all those paper targets? Don't tell me you forgot about the paper targets. The ones hanging from little clips on fancy clotheslines at shooting ranges. With no guns to destroy these legions of paper bastards, they go unchecked.
A sign proclaiming "BACTA: DA FUTURE" marks the town's medical clinic
1998: I upload dave.pcx, and change the course of history
Set goals for yourself, and fulfill them. Absurd! Only in video games!
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