BoBoBo-Bo Bo-BoBo: The sacred fist of the Fanfic

The Bo-sen One

Laying in the Impact crater, witch was suspiciously shaped like the entire cast of Seinfeld, BoBoBo did what any Broken down Middle aged Man would do at this point. He reflected upon his past romantics and the Ladies from his Jr. high. He Could remember it like it was exactly 15 years, 4 months, 16 days, and 96 seconds ago, it the first time he asked out a girl out, before he got super ripped of course, he was all Like "H-h-hello Conichan Sempia will you tickle my Whipple This year at MORP?" and she was like, " I don't know what language is," and You, the Reader were like, "This has got to be a Fucking Run-on sentence."

After that interesting reminder of the first Breasts he touched, KFC's of course, BoBoBo decided his life was lacking a soulmate. While he had been out of the game for a while BoBoBo was sure his luxurious figure, and Fondling powers would not disappoint the modern women of the Planet he was on. He decided to make a list for making a love connection and it went like so:

- Meet a Mate
- Get a Job
- Buy Flowers
- Practice with Pillows
- Invade Poland with your Iron First and Anti- Jewish idealism
- Purchase appropriate Protection
- Smash harder than The Nintendo 64 did In the late 90's

Upon writing this BoBoBo was sweating like a Whore in a very Humid room, as he didn't remember where he got a Pen to write this with. He jumped out of his Crater with the elegance of an anorexic Leper, and Landed perfectly on his heels, subsequently breaking his ankles. He turned his head to the west, there was no one to his side, he turned his head to the East and there wa- oh look a town. Gorilla Crawling, Like my Bro Harambe, towards the Town at blinding speeds BoBoBo's shattered legs violently fluttered in the wind. Upon making it to what seemed to be a nice village the Gate opened partially to reveal a Hunch backed heterosexual (just trying to be politically correct). He peeked at BoBoBo's shattered Body and tantalizing completion only to say " What's the Password?"

Looking inside of himself BoBoBo knew he must rely on the Heart of the Cards, and then realized that he was thinking of the wrong fandom, he looked again and saw what must be the Password. His Botox Fueled lower lip did all the talking as his Jaw unhinged for the best Delivery ever. Looking the Straight-Scoliosis Man dead in the eyes he said,

" I'm Ri--" but he was cut off by the gate opening. The small Women-Preferencing fellow already knew the words BoBoBo was about to say all to well. They were the Words of Prophecy. A long time this world was awaiting a hero to call it's own and to deliver it from bad economic decisions, they needed a hero who understood the teachings of the Highest rank Negotiator in all of history, Richard Kevin "Rick the Spotter, Master Negotiator" Harrison Junior.

The gates opened BoBoBo's limp body flailed inward towards destiny like a fish in a bowl of milk trying to figure out how dead it is.