At 5/23/07 11:30 PM, JackFox wrote:
At 5/23/07 11:28 PM, MadCow wrote:
I contemplating whether I WANT the secret service to come to my house. What do they do? Just ask you retarded questions on whether you're serious, even though both parties know you weren't?
They'll crash through the windows and drug you before you can react. You'll later wake up in a dark room with a light over your head and two guys questioning you.
But that's just what happens in the movies.
Lmao, what if they actually did that in real life? That'd be great.
Right before you even post your threat, they just burst in, break a bunch of shit, your dad gets in the way and demands to know what's happening, one of them just smashes him in the face with the but of their gun. They violently force you out of the house, handcuffed, your last sight is your mom and little sister over your dads bloodied body crying for his pain...
Then your feel a sharp pain in the back of your head and your fall face-first to the ground. Awaking to what feels like days later in a dank, dirty interrigation room with a slap to the face. You feel dizzy, in one of your eyes the vision is distorted and blurry, (you hope that won't last long) and all you can smell is the scent of the dried blood on your nose.
The interrigators seem to be playing a game of "Good Cop - Bad Cop" with you. One agent continues to yell and spit in your face. You can barely hear what he's saying though, there's too much blood in your ears. They calmer agent quietly gets close to you, puts his hand on your shoulder and says "All we need to know is... did you mean that comment you made about killing the president?"
"The one online... on Newgrounds... from yesterday?" you cough out. "Yes." he simply responds. "What are you... retarded?" you slyly comment, you're regaining your energy, and are being sarcastic, as usual, then you spit in his face.
2 minutes later, they let you go. It's extremely bright out, it takes you a couple of seconds before you can see a thing. You don't know where you are. All you know is it looks like you're in front of a small building in the middle of the desert, it's hot as Hell, and your ass hurts... a lot... but you sluggishly begin your long trek home.
Before you leave, one of the agents runs up to you to apologize for all the trouble they've put you through. They hand you a coupon for a free small order of fries from you local McDonalds that expired years ago, shake your hand and pat you on the ass and go back inside :[
THE END!
OR IS IT?