HIDEOUT

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Nick was scared.

Darkness surrounded him like a rolley polley on crack. The fear of death and loosing his sweg overwhelmed him. Could this be the end of me? Nick thought to himself. No. I will not die today... Not today. He heard footsteps above him, he stopped breathing instantly after he heard the creaking. They're above me. "This will all be over if you just hand yourself in! No harm will come to you." Shouted a deep voice above him. "NOT TODAY!" Nick shouted as he leaped out of the trapdoor. 5 S.W.A.T. members tried to take aim at Nick but they were no match for Nicks swegy awesomeness. He attempted to 360noscope all of them, hitting all of them but one. I missed! My sweg will go down! The remaining S.W.A.T. member took aim again and shot. The bullet ripping through Nicks shoulder, blood oozing from the wound. In response Nick scrambled for his pistol and shot back killing the member instantly. That was close. "Not to close." Came a robotic voice they seemed to be coming out of the barn doors.

"Seriously? Another Robama?" Nick said. "Yes, but I am not just any Robama I am Michelle-Robama!" She anounced. All of a sudden Michelle Robama came bursting through the barn doors where Nick was. The sudden entrance knocked over Nick. He got out his pistol and started firing at the flying Robama. His wimpy pistol was no match for her steel armour. She laughed at his misley attempts to take her down. "You are no match for-" she suddenly cut off by the sound of an automobile. Abruptly, a 2001 Jeep came crashing through the barn. "What up scrub?" A man came out of the Jeep and 360noscoped Michelle-Robama. She fell to the ground with a thud. "Get into the Jeep! Awawawawa!" The man said. "Are you Arnold Shwarztnagger?" Nick asked. "No because you spelled it wrong, and no because my name is PECLflims, or you call me by my real name...    Silas Hedman."

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