The Size of What Used to be the Great Wall of China

Chapter 2: The Stuffening

On the journey we attempted to cross a river and lost many a men (3 to be exact) we lost Racist, Bigot, and Fascist. That day was both a sad day and a happy day cuz we ate their bodies... they were delicious. We also ate the flies around the bodies they were yummy. "Roses are lame love is fake; weddings are like funerals but with cake." John said. He was going into hysterics. Turns out he just went to the bathroom. Then a male figure appeared over the horizon. As he approached all went silent. Neither the sound of the guttural last words of Racist, Bigot, or Fascist were heard. The man was hooded. He spoke: "They're not trying to be d*cks or anything." It was the man... the mystery... the legend himself... Sir Bradley Scott. (DUN DUN DUUUUUUNNN) Sir Bradley Scott was the king of what used to be China, but what now Bradley City the world's biggest and most flourishing city of its time. He was at least 5"10" feet tall with no hair atop his head. He had tattoos strewn about his body as well. And a red velvet cape with a golden crown covering where his bald head was. "Man, you can swear real good, Bradley." we all said in unison. "Learned from the best", Bradley said with a grin. "And who would that be?", I asked. "Well your father of course!!", He said smiling "Where is that old cooc anyway?", Sir Bradley asked looking around. "He's deeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaadddddddddddddd..."(I was yawning when I said this) "Oh...", Bradley said trying to fight back some tears. "How did he go?", He asked "He got shot by the Emu's. They invaded are huuuuuuummmmmmble abode" I let out with a yawn, I was still tired. "Damn Daniel. I mean, Bryant. That sounds rough. I should know. I was G30-R9E Washington." (the world's FIRST robot president invented by J0-HN ADAM5). (He didn't say that last part, but he may as well have. We all knew it.) I passed out soon after, I was still tired. I woke up naked and afraid with some other companion that I did not know and some camera recording me, it was weird.

We had to make a shelter but before that happened the camera guy told us we had to go to commercial break. I killed ,cooked ,and ate him he was delicious. And I was all like, "Uh-uh. Bish, plez. U gunna acuze m3 ov beng soxism ond rashizm? Uh-uh, dat aynt hapnin'." I then snapped back to reality and realized I was asleep the entire time ,and sir Bradley stole all of our history books and president action figures and drawings. He was a lier, and a cheater ,and fffooooollll and turns out he wasn't even G30-R9E Washington like he (didn't actually tell) told us!! We was very angery !! and quite serious aboot it his lies were as big as delan's [REDACTED], which was as big as John's brain, which was as big as Aidan's glasses, which was as big as Bryant's forehead, which was as big as what used to be the Great Wall of China.

So we continued on our adventure for the history books and stuff that sir Bradley stole weren't nearly as important as we once thought. (Sweater puppies)