they enter a room simple as that ihabiting a lone woman named generic.
word goal: at least 600.
oh me and my jokes!
generic noticed them quickly.
generic: what's up?
jesse: i feel like i'm gonna burn alive how about you?
generic: uh, good i'm good.
jesse: sure does look like it.
john: can you just come with us i'm trying to make a demon harem.
generic: doesn't look like it's going too well.
john: indeed it isn't.
jesse: well that was fast let's continue then.
they leave and go for the next room.
t i m e s k i p ! b e c a u s e t h a t ' s w h a t w e a l w a y s d o r i g h t ? .
they enter a room that looks like well hell.
jesse: you have got to be kidding me...
john: nope it is what it in fact looks like
cerberus: you are not lucky.
jesse: ya think? hmmm... oh i know
john: how are we gonna get through?
jesse: no i'm reading a smash bros magazine and learning about quirks online no what do you think i did?
john: what you said?
jesse: indeed.
generic: are you guys always like this?
malina: from what i've seen they seem to be.
jesse: well if it isn't sussy john! (has mental breakdown)
john: bro are you high?
jesse: let me check.
he checks a none existent watch.
jesse: yes, high on canadian spirit! and there's nothing more canadian than ahahaahahah (mental breakdown) and there's nothing more canadian than shooting a man in this walmart (TM) of a world.
john: what is walmart?
jesse: it's heaven johnny boy, check the internet lately?
john's dog: johnny boy hop on twitter you need to see this.
john: oh god i hate this website.
john's dog: it's all fucking weebshit johnny boy! it doesn't make any sense! they're being distracted with utter nonsense.
jesse: these baboons don't even know they're at war with pakistan.
zdrada: what the hell are they talking about?
john: this one's calling me a redditor.
jesse: and that's just the begining, e-girls, gacha, memes, all just petty distractions so real men can get down to buisness.
john: amogus.
jesse: and as you know canadian imperialism is absolutely justified, because we had a black president once, before i fucking killed him!
john: that's a nice argument brother but why don't you back it up with a source?
jesse: my source is that i made it the fuck up, imagine a world ride and free of cancel culture where no one can call me out for my outlandish claims a world where i can say the n-word!
john: what?
jesse: !"/$%?&*() (ever harassed a minority johnny boy?)
john: what?
jesse: catch!
he throws a cigarette then john cuts it in half with his arm as a blade.
jesse: i've got my own to debate online.
the women are silent.
and that bullshit made them teleport to the next girl named azazel.
cookie moment.!
jesse: just how the fuck did you get here?
azazel: i came here for research!
jesse: yeah 'research'... anywho, come with us if you want to find more demons.
azazel: more demons! so much research! i accept!
jesse: good, come with us.
timeskip again because i yes.
lock: exits= jesse: goes boom boom
behind da wall is another woman name justice.
also she blind if you didn't know ok?
justice: hi-
jesse: hello miss would you like to be in my brothers harem?
justice: sure
jesse: okay good.
E bitch
bruh byes.
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a fucking retard who takes care of demon women (helltaker x a retard)
Humorthe retard named jesse went to hell with his younger yet buffer looking brother (trust me even with the 'helltakers' muscle jesse beat him in an arm restling contest 2 year's back easily at that) to retrieve a harem of demon women because dream, no...