In a dimly lit room, stood a tall, well dressed man. He had removed his jacket and placed it on the back of a chair and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up. If it wasn't for the girlish cries you wouldn't have noticed anyone else in the room. But there in the corner was a filthy mexican tied to the wall, whimpering in pain as if he had been tortured quite recently. The tall man, who was white obviously, flicked away the end of the cigarette he was smoking and asked the mexican the question again, "so i herd u liek mudkips?". The mexican, using the wall heavily for support, looked at him again puzzled. "You leave me little option" said the tall man, picking up a hose. As he did the filthy mexican cried out like he had been stabbed in the eye with a red hot poker. "Please Senor Maxwell, I don't know what you're talking about" he wailed from his greasy mouth. The tall man, with a hose in one hand and a soapy sponge in the other, begin washing the mexican. The screams that he let out were blood chilling, he was a totured soul and the tall man never found out the answer to his question.




























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HAHAHAHAHA

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

That's cruel.

Poor guy. I know the feeling.

I get it! 'Cause Rodro's Mexican, right?!

Bahahha

Lawl.

I laughed exactly 13 times.

LAWL!

hahahahahahaha thanks for the humor.

lolololololol HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

No, because Rodro lieks mudkips!

HAHAHA
BEST STORY EVER!

HAHAHA
poor rodro <3

OMG that is so funny

rodro is mexican?

lul?

BAHAHAHAHA! QUOTED!

you do know i was kidding

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Hahaha.. Rodro's read this already right?

Lulz

<3. LOL

WIN

Nope, it came from the heart.~