nootmas christmas

要不要見怪物 ?

Noot ran out of the arena, in hopes to get away from the terrible frying pan and the evolved newborn baby.

The baby was huge, far bigger than any newborn asshole baby should look. He was demented, his bone structure seemed to shift every time he moved. He resembled that of a chimp, except worst.

In the run from the frying pan, Noot had lost Thomato, which made him hyperventilate. It will be fine Noot it will be okay Noot said to himself over and over.

All of a sudden, in the corner of his eye stood Thomato, covered in Thomato sauce.
"What the fuck why are you covered in Thomato sauce Thomato"

"Becaus-"

There it was. Frying pan and demented chimp baby running toward them faster than the orbital rotation of mercury (which actually isn't that fast, in astronomical terms.)
Noot and Thomato, whom was covered in Thomato sauce for no other reason than to make this story even more questionable, ran toward a bus.

Entering into the bus were elderly people, all wearing Christianity t shirts. They hopped on inconspicuously and suddenly left the frying pan in a doozy, a doozy that would put a hindrance on his murderous itinerary.

"Excuse e moi, que c'est le travaille?"
Asked Noot to the bus driver.

"Tu es travaille la gode campagne, tu tache dans la française...est ok? Non? Ok" The bus driver said.  

terrified of their trip to god camp, being they hate the idea of religion and think it is idiotic nonsensical gibberish, they shiver.

"這乙。這些事的時候." Said the older man.
"I agree, I hope I will be okay" Noot responded.

The bus drove and drove and continued driving for what seemed like hours, until they arrived at a large mountain, filled with cabins and churches and people chanting hmms of their leader, sir Jesus ll, whom was a racist white man with short black hair and a a bare less undercoat.

Only after seeing so many people bow down to this pathetic man did they realize they were not in a god camp, they were in a cult...