HalloweeN ENDS
(in a nutshell)
*SPOILERS*
*Corey drags an Asshole into the shitty-ass sewers*
Corey:
Hey Mikey, ole buddy, ole pal! I got an Asshole for you to carve up!
*Mikey staggers, stage left*
Michael:
ugh... so weak...
I got my two fingers blown off 4 years ago and my widdle house blew down.
I... I can't!
Corey:
Well here, I'll hold 'im up for ya! You can do it, Mikey!
*Michael grabs his rusty-ass knife & stabs the random Assholian*
Michael:
Say, that felt great! In fact, I feel...
*Mikey straightens up/chorus beats twice*
Michael:
I... I feel...
*Mikey straightens further/chorus beats twice more*
Michael:
STUPENDOUS!
*Mikey stands straight up & chorus erupts into Happy Music*
Michael:
Oh, boy! That felt swell! Imma' gunna do that again!
*Mikey repeatedly stabs the shit outta the Asshole*
Michael:
AWESOME! I'm now at full strength!
Corey:
Way to go, Mikey!
*the chorus swells & both Mikey+Corey hold hands & dance merrily into the faded nitelight*
Corey:
Aw gee, I knew you could do it Mikey!
Michael:
Well, hullagee. I guess I could!
Corey:
Hey uh, Mikey? You think I could help kill some more Assholes for ya?
Y'know, to get you to full powah?
Michael:
Really? Golly, that's be swell!
Here, take my Mask as it means the whole world to me!
Corey:
Oh, coolsies!
Michael:
Oh, and take my rusty-ass knife along with ya.
Yer gunna need it along the way, my Bastard Prodigy.
Corey:
Aw shucks, you're such a great pal!
Imma' go now. See you soon, Mikey!
Michael:
(slouches on the concrete wall; arms folded)
Shucks, look at 'im. I'm so proud of muh boi!
*Mikey jumps into the air & clicks his heels midway*
*cue: more happy music*
EPILOGUE
*Laurie Strode stands over Michael's battered body & is about to grill him into itty bitty pieces*
*Suddenly, out of Butt-Fuck nowhere, Debra Strode's ghost appears amongst the crowd*
Debra Strode:
Do your thing, Cuz!
Laurie:
What in the fuck..?
THE END
HalloweeN ENDS
(in a nutshell)
*SPOILERS*
*Corey drags an Asshole into the shitty-ass sewers*
Corey:
Hey Mikey, ole buddy, ole pal! I got an Asshole for you to carve up!
*Mikey staggers, stage left*
Michael:
ugh... so weak...
I got my two fingers blown off 4 years ago and my widdle house blew down.
I... I can't!
Corey:
Well here, I'll hold 'im up for ya! You can do it, Mikey!
*Michael grabs his rusty-ass knife & stabs the random Assholian*
Michael:
Say, that felt great! In fact, I feel...
*Mikey straightens up/chorus beats twice*
Michael:
I... I feel...
*Mikey straightens further/chorus beats twice more*
Michael:
STUPENDOUS!
*Mikey stands straight up & chorus erupts into Happy Music*
Michael:
Oh, boy! That felt swell! Imma' gunna do that again!
*Mikey repeatedly stabs the shit outta the Asshole*
Michael:
AWESOME! I'm now at full strength!
Corey:
Way to go, Mikey!
*the chorus swells & both Mikey+Corey hold hands & dance merrily into the faded nitelight*
Corey:
Aw gee, I knew you could do it Mikey!
Michael:
Well, hullagee. I guess I could!
Corey:
Hey uh, Mikey? You think I could help kill some more Assholes for ya?
Y'know, to get you to full powah?
Michael:
Really? Golly, that's be swell!
Here, take my Mask as it means the whole world to me!
Corey:
Oh, coolsies!
Michael:
Oh, and take my rusty-ass knife along with ya.
Yer gunna need it along the way, my Bastard Prodigy.
Corey:
Aw shucks, you're such a great pal!
Imma' go now. See you soon, Mikey!
Michael:
(slouches on the concrete wall; arms folded)
Shucks, look at 'im. I'm so proud of muh boi!
*Mikey jumps into the air & clicks his heels midway*
*cue: more happy music*
EPILOGUE
*Laurie Strode stands over Michael's battered body & is about to grill him into itty bitty pieces*
*Suddenly, out of Butt-Fuck nowhere, Debra Strode's ghost appears amongst the crowd*
Debra Strode:
Do your thing, Cuz!
Laurie:
What in the fuck..?
THE END