"Why the fuck are we now in Italy?" Flo asks the drill sergeant, who shrugs.
"It's because god wills it." the templar said. They walked around the boardwalk of the town before suddenly, the templar stopped walking.
"Sergeant... what city is this?" he asks.
"Nipple." he says. "Or is it supposed to be pronounced napoli?"
"I'M HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!!!!!" the templar shouted. "I'M HOME I'M HOME I'M HOME I'M HOME BABY!!!" the templar shouted, as he ran down the boardwalk, before crashing into an unexpecting social studies class.
"Hey watch it, dago!" a boy shouts.
"HOW DARE YOU" the templar said.
"You dare challenge me?! Gumba Johnsssson? The greatest ballah ever?" the boy asks.
"That's enough, goombah!" the socials studies teacher says. Gumba Johnsssson ignores her.
"Let's fight now! But, actually, let's have a rap battle pl0x"
"I don't rap." the templar replied.
"I'll fight for him!" The drill sergeant said.
"K esket started."
"Listen up, you lil tic tac, imma hit u with a big whack, cause i ain't cutting no slack, imma eat you like a big mac
I came straight out of kansas. Ain't from shitty Arkansas. Imma destroy you like a panzer, take you out with a stinger.
RPG, MLG, you ain't got nothing 'gainst me G, im american born and raised, you haven't even gotten laid,
I'll fuck you up so bad, and i could fucking tell from my first glance, there was no fucking way you would stand a chance, but now imma give you the lance, hold up a sec, look at my war dance, hurry up and make it quick, before I go leave for Paris, France."
The midget Gumba stood no chance, but he gave it a shot, anyway.
"She said no, can you stop fucking me in the arse, you said, bitch you need to learn to fucking ask, if i ever played smash or pass, you wouldn't even be in the other class."
"Uh.. i give up." gumba said, as he realized his raps succked. He naruto runned as far away as possible.
"Nice work, sarge!" flo said.
"Thanks." he said.
After that, they walked around looking for stuff. A little kid was handing out newspapers.
"I'll buy some from you, kid. Three propoganda pamphlets, please." he said.
"They're newspapers, sir."
"My bad. So, how's life here in Napoli? I grew up here, you know." he asked the lil kid.
"Good. School ended a few days ago. I got this job so I could get out from doing chores for me mum." he said, as he collected the 4 quarters. "Here you go kind sir." he said.
The templar grabbed the newspapers. "Deus vult, boi." he said.
"That was kind of you, templar." flo remarked.
"Yeah, I gave him a tip too." the templar said. He also took some free water that some guy was selling "to save you from heatstroke", when all of a sudden, the templar took a sip, read the headline, and spat out all the water.
"Nani is it?" flo asks.
"N-n-n-" the templar said.
"Nani?" flo says
"N-napoleon is dedded!" the templar shouted, causing uproar.
YOU ARE READING
JUNE '69
HumorWARNING: This book contains extremely offensive and mature language. Reader's Discretion is highly advised. Note: None of the events depicted in this book actually happened. The year is 1769. As war rages on between the French Fries, lead by the gr...
