Ace Advice
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[The Clown Lord ran and ran. He ran untul his legs were numb. He ran until his clown outfit was in tatters. He ran until eventually, he stopped hearing KFC's acolytes behind him. He slowed down just a little, just enough to turn his head. But when he looked back, he saw that they were no longer chasing him]
"Odd," remarked Ronald, "i know that they would never give up that easy."
[He racked his brain for answers. What was happening? And who would they send after him? Surely they were not done. McDonald knew that Harland wouldnt rest until he sacrificed him to the Fried Chicken gods. But he did know that, at least for now, he was safe. With that, he lay down, and fell asleep in the middle of the valley.]
btw im not annoying yall with this am i?
sorry today's is short bc im really busy
"FIND HIM!" Sanders yelled. "Dont let him escape!"
[The acolytes stopped all trace of being solemn. They scattered about, panicked. The Clown Lord was nowhere to be found. At least, thats what was thought. As the acolytes searched for Ronald, one spotted him dashing along the valley below.]
"Hes there!" cried out one of the acolytes.
"How will we get to him?" asked one of the acolytes. "Hes down in the rocks, we cant go after him like that."
[But Harland would not be so easily deterred. He knew EXACTLY who he would call for this job. The best bounty hunter in the fast food world.]
[As Colonel Sanders put the number into his phone, he could see Ronald McDonald running farther and farther away. Anger flushed his face until he was as red as his apron. When his contact finally picked up, the Colonel almost felt sorry for the Clown Lord]
"Youve reached Flavortown, how can I help you?"
"Glad I could reach you. I have a finger lickin good contract for you, Guy Fierri"
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[Two of the acolytes, similarly dressed in white robes and red aprons, walked up behind Sanders, dragging someone between them. As the Colonel stepped out of their way, the acolytes crudely dumped the person onto the stone altar. As they did, the runes engraved at the bottom of the table started glowing red and gold. The sacrifice was dressed in the same colors, in the form of what looked to be a clown suit. He was wearing a red afro wig, and had white makeup and a red nose on. The makeup was streaked by tears, but he was still unmistakable.]
Lifting his hands to either side of him, extending towards the storm above, Harland Sanders cried out.
"Behold! The face of the enemy! Ronald McDonald, for too long you have bested us! As our sales plummet, yours rise! As our food gets cheaper and worse, yours gets even worse, and still captures the heart of the people! Clearly the gods favor you, but I will wager theyll love your captured soul even more!"
[With this, the devotees below began to cheer, excitement rippling through the crowd. Finaly, they would gain favor and best their enemy! Colonel Sanders raised the knife high above him, and brought it down into the clown lord's chest]
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That made me smile
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[The Colonel pulls a knife out of their sleeve. As the continue walking along the trail in the ruins, a stone tabe comes into view. Acolytes in white robes and red aprons gather below the table, looking up to it as if an audience. Looking up, at Sanders]
Out booms a voice with a southern accent
"Today," Colonel Sanders yelled, "is the day we appease the gods! Long have they forsaken us, cursing our restaurant. Sales decrease, recipies get cheaper! We must make this sacrifice to the Fried Chicken gods if we are to restore glory to our name! Bring him forth!"
Lol idk why, i just decided to write this randomly
I'LL take some of that there fried chicken… *Smacks lip hungrily*
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