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DORA'S GONE RAMBO!
"I SAID, GIMME THE BACKPACK!" Dora shouted. "I-i-i don't have it." said Boots. "It was a simple bet." "A SIMPLE BET?!" Dora was enraged. "I WANT THAT $#% -ING BACKPACK!" "O-o-o-kay, here." "Backpack, backpack, loaded up to-" "SHUT UP! GIMME THE MAGNUM!" "Okay, jeez." said Backpack. *Out came a gun* "Now, to finish this..."
( 1 week later... )
"OH $#% , DORA'S GONE MAD..." said the Grumpy Old troll. He was nappin' under the bridge when he got the newspaper. "... and killed BOOTS!" "HEY! ANYBODY HOME?" said a familiar voice. the Troll jumped out. "I'mThe Grumpy Old Troll, who lives- OH SHOOT." There she was, Dora. She was wearing an army jacket, fit with 10 grenades, a magnum, and a sniper rifle strapped to her back. She had a red bandana on her head, an' she holding an AK-47. "This is for stoppin' me on my little adventures." RATATATATA-
( tomorrow... )
"HEY EVERYBODY! IT'S PARTY TIME! CLUCK-CLUCK!" said The Big Red Hen. Him, Chico, Isa, and Benny were partyin' in the clubhouse. "AW YEAH!" "WOO-HOO!" "WHERE'S PIZZA?!" Dora was outside, just to a grenade when-
Bodies went every where when-
The Big Red Hen's dead body slamed into Dora, killing her instantly.
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