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Yes, yes you are. 3nodding

*wonders which side to defend* neutral

I am not. xp

*In Van*

Where are you taking me....

Disney Land where do you think.....

stare I did'nt think anything it's why I asked.....

scream Shut up punk we're going to strap you to a 1 ton napalm bomb and drop you on Iraq.....

sweatdrop Now is that REALLY Neccesary.....

stare *Tasers into unconciousness* gonk

*Five minutes later*

stressed Son of a.....
*As the agent whips around to face him he recieves a well placed kick in the nads. eek "Who's the punk now.... twisted ", The kick causes him to fire the taser accidentally into his partner who is attempting to draw his pistola. "Ha....suckers...." Hops to his feet and with some difficulty what with his hands and feet tethered he manages to slide open the door , the wind whistling past as the Van speeds on....The driver looks back in shock.... eek ....A well placed finger sign and short hop out later and Mike is careening over a steep cliff into uncertain territory.
"Sayanora whee ".*

*He tumbled for what seemed like days. Although on about day 3, more like 10 seconds in, he blacked out from the abuse he was taking. Damn it! Vilith just had to fly back and he has to take a s**t kicking to escape.
-Splash- What the hell, A river? He would gain conciousness just long enough to realize he was going over a humongous waterfall. sweatdrop sad .
His body wracked and slammed by the collision with the water below he would float aimlessly into a nest of crocodiles. stressed ....After they chewed him up like a 2 month old doggie toy he would find himself the captive of a secret tribe of native americans decended from some damn tribe he had never heard of.....*

*For what seemed like weeks. More like a day, he was subjected to manliness tests. He was up to it damn it. They would'nt break him. Wait. WTF , what do you mean your going to stick those stakes in my chest and hang me from them poles.
scream ...."SIck ******** remark did'nt dissuade them. gonk gonk gonk . When he was brought down he was rolled in honey and thrown in a pile of ants. scream scream scream . He was pretty pissed off. *

*Later though he was revived, fed and given a crash course on their manly art of native american war. When he calmly asked what would happen if one of their pride filled hatchet fighters fought like Dirty Harry with his magnum....They hung him up again. scream scream scream , Lesson learned. wink
After who knows how long. He was drug into the ceremonial circle and given the rite of passage and made blood brother to the chief ......Pretty useless stuff really, and the cut in his hand stung like a b***h. sad *

*This chapter would end when the smitten tribal chiefs daughter took a liking to our fine hero...er..... stare .....Ok just Mike. She doted over him and lavished her affections on him like he was king of the world. No universe. They were married and .........Ok fine.... stare This part is bullshit...geez*

*He would be allowed his leave of the tribe, he swore he would come back. He was lying. They hung him up by his friggin pecs and their food was damn lousy...damn that. He smiled and waved good bye.
"Arse holes!"....-wave,smile-*

domokun Well, thats good enough for revenge for me then, though I don't get my money now I imagine. gonk

daresay hooking spy cameras everywhere could give something good

*Abandons his trek home posts a moment.*

eek

Dude, I did'nt know you had that in you surprised

Obviously either Vilith influences you as much as Lil does, or I was'nt that far off on my Bates comment.... xd


whee

everywhere EXCEPT the places which are in your mind right now