I was taking my daily nap at exactly 3:00 PM. I had been sleeping for almost 215 seconds when it happened. I woke up to a loud screeching noise, that sounded like a giraffe yawning. I shot up, and went to grab my gun, on my desk. Nothing. Oh crap. I am a bodyguard for Barack Obama. No gun, means no president, means no job. I need my job. My job means everything to me. Then I remembered when I went to sleep, I put it in my pocket. Oh. I reached for my pocket when I realized something. I am a mixture of a unicorn, hammerhead shark, chicken, camel, snake, and T-Rex. None of these animals wear clothes. That means no pockets. That is when I realized where my gun was. It was in the armory at the White House. I slid over there, and yes I slid. Don't forget, I am part snail. I grabbed my gun and ran to Barack's room. He was in the corner. A masked man with a bulletproof vest was hunched over him with a gun pointed at Barack's heart. The masked man, or Bulletyproof, as I decided to call him, started moving his finger toward the trigger. Barack was a few seconds away from death. Now was my chance. I leaped as high as I could, and delivered my shot to Bulletyproof's leg. He screamed in pain, and wobbled away. "This isn't over yet Unihammechicamesnakesaurusrex!!!" he screamed as he waddled away, waddle waddle, as he waddled away, waddle waddle waddle, till the very next day, bum bum bum bum duh duh dum..
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RandomUniammechicamesnakesaurusrex (pronounced unihammechicamesnakesaurusrex) was a bodygaurd for Barack Obama. Standing at 3 inches tall, and weighing 14 pounds, he is the ideal size for a bodyguard. He and Barack were great friends. They were such good...
