grug: battle for town of salem (rehydrated)

chapter 2: luigi is died

day two was really boring but there were dead people there and that wasnt boring. grug beast and his secret lover christopher pratt stood around town square where the killing stuff of bad guys was.

"i bet that only cost 1 dollar" said grug beast, thinking the execution methods were cheap

"whats a dollar" ask chris

"nothing" said grug, remembering they use things like shillings, which beast only knows as tubeyouers who take conray sponsorships.

a man with two long teal pigtails and a nice hat and teal mustache stepped forward. he looked very fancy with a monocle and a very digital idol outfit. "hello i am mike germa hatson and there have been kills"

"looks like a duty of call 3 kill streak" whispered grug to his lover chris

"what"

"nothing" beast grug blushed a lot. the 16th century is oblivious to the beauty of duty of call and the best map ever, Bus Ride.

mike hatson walked around everybody, twiddling his m shaped mustache, and it reminded grug beast of his old friend named market pliers's tubeyou sona, who was named pinkstache. "it looks like luigi pratt here was killed by the mafia i think"

chris starts crying but nobody really cares.

"and wow it looks like the biggest banana fan ever named lean has died as well. a serial killer it looks like wow how tragic" said mike hatson. a blonde fourteen year old began to cry "rean i know it is difficult but please lord almighty shut up"

a tall man that kind of looked like godzilla raised his hand "how do you know that mike hatson"

"this happened before like a year ago" he said looking smug "i like know these kind of things"

grug beast then spoke up! "have you guys ever ordered from my restaurant grug brurger"

everyone looked at him and then pretended he didnt say anything and that he was invisible.

a man with really cool slicked back hair stepped forward with a big smile his nose was kind of pointy and silly. "your honor i was on look out duty and i saw FOUR!!! PEOPL!!! go to luidis house"

"thank you for the information, samp ton" said mike hatson as he tipped his hat at the pale tall skinny pointy hair fellow. "do you know who exactly"

"no"

"oh" mike hatson sighed and did a catwalk walk over to chris "i am sorry about the loss of luiji but if you know anything say it now"

"i dont" he cried "i dont i dont" he cried some more "wahhh" he said as if he were falling into a really big pit in an italian accent

"ok we are running out of time" said mike hatson "we must put someone on trial today or we are utterly useless as human beings. i am a human being too of course"

everybody began to argue and say that everyone eachother smelled bad and stuff which was reasonable because this is the 16th century of course. finally everyone decided to make someone who was literally just kind of standing there go on trial

"hey what the heck" he said "im don im a nice guy what the heck"

"what were you doing last night fool" questioned mike hatson

"tobacco" he replied with a shrug "and making out with someone"

"who???????????????????"

"that guy" he said, pointing to a rather strange fellow that looked like a half suffocated harley quinn. this thought made grug chuckle

"yeah hes right" the big smiley guy that got pointed to said

"we dont take kindly to weird guy kissers round these parts" said mike hatson. "GUILTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

everyone voted guilty, even the weird guy. don got struck by lightning, which is not a reference to a nightmarish thing i the author had to endure reading, and died. he was....a mafia.........

the sun set and mike hatson sent everyone home.................

goot nite....