Alright, all you angry, rioting fans! Here's the first chapta! Now go bug Stephen King.
Chapter... ONE!
And so we find our duo right where we left off on... some other story. I don't really remember. I thought it sucked personally.
Hans and Sven were walking down the street.
"Why the hell did you throw the danish away?! We spent MONTHS looking for that damn thing!" said Hans.
"I told you five timeth already, Hans! It tasted like coconut! I HATE coconut!"
"Yeah, but to come all that way, even to another PLANET just to throw it away, BECAUSE IT TASTED LIKE COCONUT?!?"
"Look, I can't help what my tastebudth like or don't like! If all my tastebudth say 'Hey! I don't like coconut!' I gotsta listen to 'em, Hans!"
"I let you drag me around for months, pooface!" exclaimed Hans.
"Hey! I didn't drag you! I just pulled you by the wrist!" retorted Sven.
"But that's the same thing!"
"Nu-uh! If I had dragged you, you woulda been on the ground getting all dirty and icky!"
"Listen! You-"
"Hey Hans! What was that?"
"What was what?"
"It looked like a rat!"
"Don't be stupid. There are only ratz on Oddworld."
"Let's chase it!"
"Sven! Wait!" Sven started to chase the rat down the sidewalk. People darted aside as the duo ran down the street. Hans kept crashing into poles, while Sven was hot on the trail of the rat.
"Sven! Slow your fat ass down!"
"Hurry Hans! We're gonna lose it!" Sven grabbed Hans by the wrist and started pulling Hans behind him. Sven slung Hans this way and that as they turned corners.
"SVEN! Slow down! I can't keep up!"
"Come on, Hans! We have to catch it!"
Hans and Sven turned another corner. Sven could still see the rat twenty yards ahead of him. As they were turning, Sven lost his grip on Hans and Hans sailed into the street. The oncoming traffic tried to screech to a halt, but in doing so, at least five cars hit each other. One car kept coming and hit Hans with its side door. Hans hit his head on the pavement and stopped moving instantly. A car's engine exploded, sending firey pieces of metal hurling into the air. The shrapnel hit a few pedestrians. Sven didn't seem to notice any of this and continued chasing the rat.
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