Shawn watched as John flew to Oridia City.
"Are you a Dark Elf?", said Jack.
"Tch! No, why, why would you think that?!", lied Shawn.
"John told me you were," said Jack.
"Shut up, Baby Wipes!", mocked Shawn.
Shawn elbowed Jack, and walked away from the Infirmary. He wanted to be alone. Shawn was a Drow, the race that everyone, including Stalin, hated above all others.
Suddenly, a boy saw Shawn walking. He was about 19 or 20 years old. He had pointed ears, long blond hair, and was super handsome. He was a Light Elf, but he wasn't the Light Elf that Shawn gambled with. This one was different. He looked like a snobby rich kid.
He pointed at Shawn.
"Hey you! Yeah, you! You're the guy who led the Infirmary to safety during last night's bombardment! What's your name, son?!", said the Light Elf.
"Hey, I dunno who you are, but you better leave me alone, I'm kinda on edge!", said Shawn.
"You a Drow, bud?!", said the Light Elf.
"No, shut up!", lied Shawn.
"You know who I am, yes? I'm a Light Elf, the greatest and most pure race in the Multiverse! We have the power to tell when someone is lying, and you're lying to me right now!", said the Light Elf.
"Blah blah blah! I'd advise you ready your next words carefully, son! Otherwise, I'll beat the crap outta you!", threatened Shawn.
The Light Elf laughed.
"Oh, hehe! I see what's happening, you're threatening me! Aren't you, Drow?! Whatcha gonna do, huh?! KILL me?! You gonna make me your DINNER?! Huh, cannibal?! Listen bud, you may be so high and mighty, in the Abyss! But here, son, you're just a measly nobody! You're just what I step on, ant! All you Drow cause is destruction, blood, ruin, and death.......you don't belong in a peace-loving environment! King Stalin said that only those best fit to an environment can survive, and that's what we Light Elves are! We're the fittest! YOU, on the other hand, ain't best suited to the environment! Why don't ya go back to the Abyss, illegal immigrant! You know, if Stalin finds you, he'll get really pissed off! Heck, I think he already IS pissed! After all, that's why the Oridian Army ain't helping us fight off Murguol's forces! It's because this damned school has so many goddamn Drow attending it! We're a laughing stock in the Elementor Community, and it's your fault! YEAH, IT'S YOU'RE FAULT, DROW!!!!!!!", yelled the Light Elf.
"Hey, I don't remember doing anything bad!", said Shawn.
"Oh, just that fact that you're a Drow already proves you're gonna do something wrong! You Drow bring crime! Stalin is gonna have a massive deportation order for you! He'll round you up in a very humane way, a very nice way, and you're gonna be happy because you're gonna be legalized. Which, I know, doesn't sound nice, but not everything is nice!", said the Light Elf.
"Hey, just who are you, and what is your problem?!", said Shawn, scowling very intensely.
"I'm Klux Stalinson Zar, and I am the son of Stalin! You can call me Klux! I am a Royal! I am better than you, so tell everyone that!", laughed the Light Elf.
"So your name is Klux, huh? Tch! Whatever! There's room for only one bully here, and that is my good self! So shut up before I go kill you, you dumb snowflake! YA HEAR ME, SHUT UP NOW!!!!!! OR I'LL MAKE YOU MY STRESS TOY!!!!!! I AM SO PISSED OFF WHEN I HEAR ABOUT RACISTS!!!!!!! YA HEAR?!!!!!!", yelled Shawn, trying to look intimidating.
Klux smiled. He laughed at him.
"WHY'RE YOU LAUGHING!!!!!!! HEY, SHUT UP, POSER!!!!!!!! IF YOU SAY ANYTHING, OR EVEN BREATHE, I'LL KILL YA!!!!!!! I'LL KILL YA!!!!!!", yelled Shawn.
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