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Pledee and Brofa story ch.1 Chapter 1
(Muno todee and Foofa were the only ones in Gabba land)
DJ lance: Guys come here!
DJ Lance: We got two new friends a robot named Plex
and a green umm... monster(?) named Brobee i told them
about you guys already so here they are "Puts them in".
Foofa: Hi Brobee!
Brobee: Hi! You must be Foofa.
Brobee: You seem nice.
Brobee: Your face is red are you ok Foofa?
Foofa: Umm.... yeah..."Knees shake".
Brobee: Well ok..but ive never seen anyone act this way
before around me."Blushes""Knees shake". And why am i
doing the same???
Plex: Hello there! You must be Toodee
Toodee: Yeah! And you must be Plex....
Toodee: You seem nice... "Plex holds her hand" "Blushes and Knees shake".
Plex: Hmm...... are you sick your face is dark red?
Toodee: Oh um.........No.
Plex: Ok good becuse i thought something was wrong.
Toodee: Ummm.....aa.... no nothings wrong."Blushes again".
Plex: Hey Brobee!
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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