As my head finally began to clear and the adrenalin pumps through me my body jerked up wards. Sergeant BaBa had been seconds away from destroying the world and I had been knocked unconscious. As my vision returned I began to see that the room was different. It was covered in a white, chunk filled liquid. My fateful dog Dermot sat near me and I finally spotted Sergeant Baba desperately trying to paddle out of the deep end of a pool of vomit.
“Looks like we did it again boy. The world is saved from another evil baby. What do you say we head home and I get some food into you?”
Dermot obediently roles onto the pallet truck and we head for home. I know that even as we walk home another evil baby could be born but I feet confident that with Dermots at my side the world would be safe.
After all imagine how much he can vomit!
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It's hard to tell from the photo but that 'puddle' in front of the dog is actually the Mediterranean Sea.
Patiesiibaa dienzgan stulba fochene..... bet nu tas taa... taa vai taa juus nesapratiisiet ko es te rakstu... So... Yo fellas... Don't touch my hood..... yo... always with you bro... :D :D PSC
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