Bently and the calculator that sees into the future.

"Hey guys I made a coolio calculator that can see into the future!?" Bently said.

"Sweet let me see my future.!" SLY Said.

"Ok I will." Bently said.

"JKFJIFIFIFJUJJJJJFYFYTGDGDFDRDRDERSEREDEDESDEESESESEESESEESEESESEESESEESEESESEESESEESESEESESEESESEESEESESEESESEESEESEEESEESEESES!" The calculator said.

"What does that mean.;:(' Sly siad.

"IT means you will become famous...then you will make money!! But you will be in a role that will end your career!" Benyle said.

"What could that fucking be?

"Bening in HONOR AMONG THIEVES HAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAH!! THE CALCULATOR DOESN"T SEE INTO THE FUCKING FUTURE IT SEES INTO THE FUCKING PASTT!! YOU FUCKING COCK SUCKER!"! Bently said.

"HAHAHHAHAHHhHAHHAJHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA! mURRY SAID.

" FUCK YOU GUYS!! I...YOU SUCK!!!Don't take this as a compliment, though. You guys still make my gaydar go berserk.I Couldn't Sleep 'Cause Your Coffee Is So Black:Only god-fearing Nazis go to fanatical sites such as that one, and only angsty, blubbering three year olds sock people in the balls. Why? Cause they're too fucking short to reach somebody's jaw. Not that you could (even at your height), cause you sport goddamned doodly stick arms that snap upon the slightest impact. Yes... you're a rotund, shit-eating Tyrannosaurus Rex with a bad case of acne. And you know what? Thanks to your pitiful existence, some children in Africa are starving to death. I have been wrongfully accused, several times in the past, for being a seemingly enigmatic character who lusts for Carmelita Montoya Fox. Some have even accused me of having no life because of this fictional tragedy, for I am searching for her, or whatnot. Abso-fucking-lutely untrue. Proof? There is no proof, and that's why I'm right.I can't waste my time searching for something like that. I'm actually searching for Miyu Lynx... or rather... the psyche of said character.The things that I do and say, I believe, will eventually lead me to a specimen like her. It might take years, as I've only found microscopic bits and pieces... but I'll find what I'm looking for. Then Iwill be at piece with the outside... and the inside..." Sly said as he fell over and cried like an internet geek.

"HHHAHAHHAUAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHABHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHHAHAH!!" BEntly said.

"Oi! Are you pissshits incapable of reading emotions, or what?" Sly said. "Christ! Motherfucking Jesus Christ and his crown of thorns! If I had a dollar for every brain cell you lack, I would be a billionaire and the owner of two-thousand bitches. And if you did somehow infect my computer with deadly viruses, I would inform the law of your time-consuming atrocities, and have your gargantuan ass thrown in jail."

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!? AHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHH!" Murry said.

"You are fucking Insulters Of Intelligence And Talent Alike!!!!" Sly said.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!? AHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHH!" Murry said.

"RARG! DAT'S CWAZY BWAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAH!!" Bently said.

"FUCK YOU!! I'm gonna snort some heroin...again."

"That explains your death chin...HHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!" Bently said.

"That's it.." Sly said as he locked himself in his room and snorted the hell out of the heroin.

THE END