For the next few weeks Nate's recruits, Dabois, trained long and hard. They climbed tall trees, carried bags of chicken rolls across the Sahara Desert, binge-watched Hannibal religiously, kung fu ninja karate chopped a group of norries in Cork, did yoga, took turns to wash, dry, brush and braid Nate's hair, drank non-alcoholic beer, and listened to the High School Musical soundtrack. While they were doing all of this, the world around them slowly became an apocalyptic wasteland with memes becoming more and more scarce each day. All because of Moss, he ruins everything. Nobody knew why he didn't like memes anymore, and why he hated TSL, but they were going to find out.
"Guys!' Erika said, getting everyone's attention, "I made these cupcakes for all of us to have after training so hard."
"Thanks E!" Jack said, "It feels weird not having Vas or Moss here though."
"Even if Moss were here, he wouldn't eat the cupcakes anyways."
"Trye. Nate, any word on where his hideout is?"
"Yeah. Spiderman, I mean Tom, contacted me a couple minutes ago. He found it. He said it's in the Dragon's keep, in the highest room of the tallest tower, in the Princess' chambers."
"So, the plot to Shrek?" Erika laughed.
"Seriously?" Jack fumed.
"Nah, I'm joking. It's in Londonderry."
"WHAT THE -'
We interrupt this broadcast for an important announcement. Moss the Powerful has spoken out about his feelings towards memes in an exclusive interview with Deco the Duck. He had this to say: "Memes used to be a big part of my life, no no, they WERE my life. But then some people I knew used memes against me, they hurt me, made me INTO a meme. My mind started to weigh in on itself, I became manic, even Bob Ross couldn't control my stress. I wanted to be the King of Memes. The best of the best. But no. There was another. He was much danker than me. He had the best memes. He always had the group chat lit. I was jealous of him. Everyone loved him and his memes. They called him a Majestic God. I couldn't live up to his meming. So one rainy Friday back in July, Karaoke night for my ex group chat, I lost it. I had enough. Everyone was praising him yet again for how Majestic he was. But no. If I couldn't have the best memes, or be as majestic as him, then nobody could. And Nanthony could be no more."
"-I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT SON OF A BITCH, THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED IF WE DIDN'T GO TO COSTA AND-"
"JACK! Calm down, you've been complaining for the past 5 hours! It's time to go to battle!" Erika slapped him.
"Oh shit! Ok, I'm ready, just have to put on my danger face."
"HAHA, A+ for effort but that's about it kiddo."
At the battlefield, the mood was tense. On one side of the field was Nate and Dabois. On the other side was Moss and the Kinkers. Nate's army wore masks as tributes to memes, such as Harambe, Caveman Spongebob, Shrek, Top Hat Moss, Shia Labeouf, Jaden Smith, just to name a few. Moss' army wore red clothes (nobody knows if it was to represent Moss' hair or his sunburn.)
"Are you ready to lose, ya pleb?" Moss shouted over.
No reply.
"I said....ARE YOU READY TO LOSE, YA PLEB?"
Still no reply.
"Did you hear that? I think it came from their side. I think Moss is saying something," Erika pointed out. Everyone listened, "Maybe he thinks we'll magically be able to hear him from all the way over here, like in the movies."
"Sir, you could just use your super voice?" Vasil the Mighty said to Moss the Powerful.
"Oh, but it hurts my throat..." Moss moaned like a baba.
