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=Retarded Zilth Dragonite= ==A Short Story by Guy== Zilth Dragonite had always loved creepy R2DA Gulag with its leaking, low lost souls. It was a place where he felt angry.

He was a retarded, stupid, dragon piss drinker with fat foot and obese nose. His friends saw him as a dark, dull dragon. Once, he had even revived a dying, physically disabled hacker. That's the sort of man he was.

Zilth walked over to the window and reflected on his dirty surroundings. The scalding heat teased like rekting wibze's corpse slaves.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Wibze Fatholderswoman. Wibze was a silly ogre with noob foot and ugly nose.

Zilth gulped. He was not prepared for Wibze.

As Zilth stepped outside and Wibze came closer, he could see the attractive glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want his soul," Wibze bellowed, in a demented tone. She slammed her fist against Zilth's chest, with the force of 3449 wibze's half-eaten cursed bodyparts. "I frigging hate you, Zilth Dragonite."

Zilth looked back, even more ape fece and still fingering the rusty fart bottle. "Wibze, you ate too many planets," he replied.

They looked at each other with rampage feelings, like two wonderful, wooden wibze's captured souls defecating at a very idiotic hericide, which had glitch hop music playing in the background and two nooby uncles farting to the beat.

Zilth studied Wibze's noob foot and ugly nose. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you his soul," he explained, in pitying tones.

Wibze looked mad, her body raw like a mutated, rapid.

Zilth could actually hear Wibze's body shatter into 7324 pieces. Then the silly ogre hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of dragon piss would calm Zilth's nerves tonight.

THE END