"Velma, what do we do now?"
The dog only asked for one reason. He was afraid.
He was afraid of the things the orange woman could do.
He was afraid of the things the orange woman did do.
Was he not to be afraid?
Was it too much to ask to not be afraid?
Yes Scooby you idiot, it costs me about 50 bucks to try to write you a character that is good enough.
"You see Scooby. If Shaggy is presumed dead. By us. It means I can officially become the most powerful being on earth."
Velma chuckled despicably.
"He couldn't survive the old invert the ribs trick. Whatever made him so good in the first place? Was it the way he talked, the way he walked? No, it was the memes fueling the poor fool. Not only was he at his most powerful when we met him. Not only was he powerful before we met him."
Velma turned around towards the pitiful dog. Scaring the cheese out of him.
"He was never powerful to begin with Scooby."
"But didn't you just say-"
"SILENCE SCOOBY! What I say goes. What I say goes."
"But Velma, that makes no sense. Cause according to the mathematical theory of Abraham Lincoln, the fact that Shaggy had once existed is proof that he has maintained his status. You do not gain his crown by flicking the man in the ear. You haven't 1v1d him in fortnite yet. You did not win Velma. You did not win."
And so with that, the dog ran from the woman as fast as he possibly could have.
Little did he know, the woman had plans.
"Dumb dog, always was. I hope he knew theoretical physics. Cause he can either be dead, or not. But here's the thing. I switch the realities by the second. And I choose the best possible outcome."
She menacingly walks towards the camera because this is now a movie.
"In my outcome, you'll all die. And maybe eat ice cream. But you'll still die."
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Steve Harvey and the fried potatoes
RandomThis was the first story I had ever made. I don't update it much but when I do, be alarmed. I make everything up as I go. Everything i write is horrible and bad. (Also, RIP Technoblade. He was added to the story before his unfortunate passing. Despi...
