You thought there were no more chapters but guess what there's a chapter! (Stolen from strong bad).
ch.19: OH GOD HE HAS A MACHI-*dies*
"Okay dude now that you're acting confident and stuff I guess I should tell you the date when this is all gonna happen. Well you see here." The chief pulled out a scroll with badly drawn wolvarks and other industrial things on it. "Okay well today is Friday. So it's marshmellow night for the Wolvarks. We would have the element of surprise on them, but Wolvarks just seem stronger with marshmellows. Don't ask me why okay dude?"
The chief then pointed to some kind of betting table. "Okay and tommorow is betting day. This is where the wolvarks bet all their savings and stuff to become most popular, and all the jazz ya know what i'm saying dude?" Jobe nodded his head calmly.
"Okay okay dude that's good ya know good ya know.
Anyway We still can't attack them that night since security is hellishly tight yo. There are some wolvarks...No many wolvarks that will give up their life to gaurd the place. So we'll cross out Saturday and Sunday since those two days are both the same acivities there." The chief then suddenly gave a relieved smile to his face.
"Anyway it doesen't matter cause the wolvarks diden't plan to attack us on any of those days! So Monday which is the day they will attack us is the best bet. The wolvarks will be like tired and stuff from partying all night dude. Just like a monday in school during the morning ya know?" Jobe then suddenly thought of something that made him confused.
"Wait how do you know all of this?" Jobe asked quizzically. The grub answered in an annoyed voice. "Oh ya know we have spies and stuff to take hostages and steal stuff and that king stuff." Jobe was really annoyed now. "So you're telling me that instead of activating a boiler in that factory using your spies, you just used them to grab all kinds of information that can be near useless?"
The chief was looking at Jobe. Jobe looked at the chief. Eye to eye it seems like a staring contest and Jobe was winning. "Oh my Odd. I am so stupid man! Stupid stupid stupid!" "That you are." Said Jobe in his thoughts in fear if the gaurds get aggrivated again.
The chief stopped and said. "Okay whatever man! Just....Just get ready for Monday okay!? I gotta go get some paramite plushies to make me feel better..." and with that the chief went into his private room, and Roit and Jobe left the tent.
End of chapter
Ow....My fingers hurt for some reason...
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