Inglorious Impostor Presents: The Astonisher's Return

The Final Blow

The Outskirts of The Pacific ( *Update as of Black History Month ( HYYAAH!) erm sperm squirm um yah mon. Dat infection south-African cockroach-sorry, "pic " is Rob. Or is it Black? That's for you to find out my wanna fit in/contribute to society/young/vulgar minded friends in da bleeping comments section! You may now proceed across the gateways of heaven)

"Iggwahs... IGGWAHS! Wake yo' bum selves up! Hurry! We gotta get back to the mansion," it was U, the audience.

Rob and Black awoken upon cracked asphalt, 'the spooky hood', or simply where the druggies and thoughties meet while experiencing a Star Wars galactic type of high and their bodies aching to a point where their mobility was drastically limited and severe rashes and twitching started to occur. "W-what happened?" Asked one of our drug enforcing pals. "Get into the car! NOW! We'll discuss everything back at the mansion." U was shivering even with the extra layers of exotic animal fur acquired by sexist beings, the needless to say black rip-off from Creed and quote juice unquote.

The reunited trio then drive off back to their mansion, amidst what appears to be a snow blizzard chasing after them and the snow being crushed by the heavy classic vintage car while also blasting Charlie Steissman's 'It is such a Good Night' along with cranking up Hello by Adele while also adhering to such complex sentences and afterwards watching Breaking Bad, which will also play somewhat of a role in these next few chapters. I mean, hasn't it already¿

Then, the windy yet extremely snowy blizzard blinded the windshield, thus causing them to crash. The blizzard suddenly caught up to them, swiftly picked the car up and swirled them around, in high altitudes, nearly knocking them unconscious, maybe even to their deaths'. The car then dropped with a tremendous thud while the blizzard proceeded to diminish the rest of the town once known as The Pacific, Detroit, leaving their bodies behind in the cold as the car bursted into flames and ashes as gasoline started to leak from the car towards the three bodies, which were slowing drifting towards the edge of a cliff in what seems to be the middle of nowhere. There was no way out...

To Be Continued

If Robert, United, and Pure Blackened were to have made it to the mansion, here's what would've happened: Back at wherever they were at. I think it was their home...

"Look what made the news. Headlined 'Trump Suddenly Killed. KKK is the current suspect'," aloud read Black, sipping his tea while crossing his leg over the other and sitting on a comfortable leather chair, sunken deeply into it, as if though he's about to disclose something with America while watching sports news with Charles Barkley and folding his newspaper with a gust of wind. Then along came Rob. "DID YOU-" "What dat be Barkley? Yo head shaped like an almond. Dis iggaah be agreeing, like when Phil Collins said "he doesn't play by da rules anymo' because he has better things to do and he, at da time, didn't care anymowhoawhoa. We interrupt this program live with the worst teams in the NBA, the prime suspects being the Jazz and 76ers here, are supposedly hosting a live news report on CNN, where breaking national news occurs with the Wolf Blazer guy. Hey, what's C-Span again?" Axed and interrupted corrupt commentators from the impending, nail-biting game with the commentary folks up there so jubilant-like, who subtly imply their criticism in very hurtful ways as they attempt share their unique perspectives in light of a national... I guess political tragedy because of anarch- yadda, yadda, yadda! Black then yells "Hootlah! HOOTLAH!" And flipped the channel using a simple air gesture that also maintains its record of being derogatory, if taken in certain ways. "Holy crap, all of the crappy basic channels through antenna and those tiny black boxes called TVs from, say, Panasonic are broadcasting the same thing. How inconvenient. U, get your beautiful bosoms ( A/N= author's note. yeah, I'm being bold here) in here now! Oh yeah, it's almost time for me take my medication for my eye gouging because of how gorgeous you are. Yadda, yadda, YADDAAA! Ohh, and that means I bursted a little inside myself if yah know what dis mon means by the word yadda and the implication of such heinous, felonious criminal activities. But yah gotta rememba, we dark skinned folks deserve this for the centuries of both brutal beatings and mistreatment by da white folks who today, transformed quite a lot. Would you not say so yourself? Tarantino for example. Hateful Eight, Sam L. Makes a grand entrance. Would you dare say not¿ I-I don't know, I'm just sputtering gibberish here."