I was never really much of a Hunger Games fan, and pretty much stopped at the first movie, so if I get anything wrong, please please please point them out to me. Thanks. 😊
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As Pansy reopened his eyes a while later, psychedelic swirls of light swam behind his irises, or something like that idk.
"Peeta, another one has awoken," whispered a voice.
"Start up the firewood."
Pansy then noticed he'd been tied up against a yet conveniently big tree, along with the other misfits; his was a quite uncomfortable position what with being between Tarzan's flatulent butt and Simon's armpit.
Khaled was awake on the other side of the tree, struggling against Peeta as he tried to untangle the rope around the large expanse of his body.
"We'll eat this one first, Katniss," said Peeta, a happy glint in his starvation stricken eyes. "It's very fat; plenty meat."
Katniss inched closer, the bones along her collar protruding as she drew back her arrow. "Shall I kill it first? It seems dangerous."
"KILL IT?!" Khaled's face drained of colour. He became the complexion of a raw chicken, or rather, Miley Cyrus' butt if we are feeling risqué.
"No," said Peeta, Khaled sighing, "I think it will be fresher to cook it alive."
"WHAT?!!"
Katniss groaned.
"Can we at least use the sedative darts?"
Peeta shrugged. "You do what you want when you poppin."
"I shall get the water brewing."
"Hot tub?" Said Khaled, getting excited.
"Naw, roast it instead. I haven't had barbecue in like foreverrrrrr, girl!"
"I stole some sauce from District 1's stash."
"I GOT HOT SAUCE IN MY BAG."
"I GOT HOT SAUCE IN MY BAG!" repeated Katniss, twerking.
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The Wizard of Trumpville | ✓
Humor#326 in Humor A hilarious warped parody of our favorite childhood story, The Wizard of Oz, but what really is a story without our dear orange skinned racist bigot, Donald Trump? *extended summary inside* -UNEDITED -written in early 2016