Board Thread:Discussion/@comment-26887831-20160617230713/@comment-8664489-20160619030819

DON&#039;TSHOOT wrote: "Hooray!" I cried.

Mr. Sketal went down to Vegan Gains and flipped a table on him. Then Sketal said "I perfer ribs over salad." as soon as mr. skeltal said the word "salad", the world fell silent. skeltal looked behind him, and emit a crooked note from his trumpet. for he saw quite possibly the worst thing that could possibly come from that hole in the wall.

a cucumber.

but no. this cucumber wasn't here for revenge. he was here to stop the flashbacks of the veganietnam war. he saw innocent vegetables get butchered and slaughtered only to be put into a bowl. for salad. the cucumber rolled up his sleeves and, feeling triggered, sent himself launching at skeltal. the two had a bare fist fight, with an occasional trumpet bash every now and then. but it was clear who the winner would be...

skeltal kicked the cucumber to the ground and, with a final, ear-piercing note, the cucumber ceased to be just like the many who fell around him in the battlefield. skeltal stood up proudly, knowing he had done what he had to do. he was not sure what to make of this -- was he still a good, calcium-bearing skeleton after he had killed a lone and confused man in a depraved world? he did not know. but he shoved his thoughts aside and continued playing his trumpet, for that is what he did best.