Adventures of Webster the Black Midget (Part 2) (745 hits)
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Submitted by March of flames <astheruinfalls> (View user info) at 2005-01-17 20:29:10 EST
Part 1 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/56798
In the first part of our story Webster was confronted with the childhood problems every midget his age has: He was made fun of for being short. But with flying colors Webster conquered all of his adversaries except for one. Would everything turn out right in the world? Would Webster be able to defeat the menacing villain known as a young boys mother? Or would he topple over, all two feet of him, in defeat? Tune in and see.
Webster stood firmly on the gravel covered blacktop staring menacingly at his oncoming foe. He was crouched down like a skilled black ninja with one arm pointed out towards the mother and his other raised high above his head swinging his weapon.
He needed to concentrate deeply now. He needed to be ready for her. He needed to reflect on his past training and remember.
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"Webster, you must trust in the power of your boom shtick. Focus your energy. Feel it grow from deep within and slowly surge its way throughout your bones. Let it course through your veins and fill you with immeasurable power."
"Now, concentrate."
Webster took in the words of his wise master and closed his eyes. He let go of all reality and focused on the inner strength. The strength that can only be gained from ones inner self. He focused, and he felt it run its route through his body.
His eyes jolted open and it was as if he was glowing. Slowly he unzipped his pants and reached deep into the depths. His "weapon" rivaled his own size so to carry it around successfully he had to strap it up. Slowly, Webster undid the straps that bound the weapon to end all weapons. It was indeed, a weapon of mass destruction. First he undid the straps on his inner leg and eventually went through them all and finally undid the last strap on his upper back. He let his boom stick fall to the ground and the earth shook. Underneath where it fell the ground split and mountains formed around the schism.
"IT'S GLORIOUS!" Master Kimlan shook with fear at the pure awsomeness that was Webster's boom stick. After regaining his composure he dusted off his robes and spoke... "Webster, show me what you have learned."
Music seemed to come out of nowhere and Webster took up his boom stick in hand. He slowly raised his eyes from the ground and jumped up into the air, swinging his WMD (Weapon of Mass Destruction) through the air. It cut the wind with the furry of a thousand knives and found its way into a tree, splitting it clean in half. Webster then spun around and used his Extend-a-Penis ability and let it stretch out to its full length. It hit a random trainee in the face from twenty yards away and tore his head clean off. Webster let it stretch itself back into his arms and he slowly lowered the deadly weapon. Pleased with his performance Webster slowly gathered his boom stick up and strapped it back in. He could tell Master was pleased.
"Webster my son, your training is finished."
Webster took a shallow bow (Instead of a deep bow, get it? Because he can't take a deep bow he is only two feet tall. Haha, I crack myself up.) and thanked Master Kimlan for his guidance. Webster then went on his way, on an adventure like none had ever witnessed.
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Webster was brought back to reality by the beeping of a cell phone. The mother stood just a few feet away with her phone in hand dialing a number. Only three numbers had been pushed, that could only mean one thing. The police. He didn't need to kill more people then was needed today. There was only one thing he could do to stop her.
Webster flung his WMB out via his Extend-a-Penis ability and hit the mother's hand, thus tearing the cell phone from her grasp and destroying it. She screamed with pure agony and charged at full force. While in mid-sprint she flung her purse from her hands in Webster's direction. Webster bent over and let his black man fro take on the full force of the purse. The leather bag rebounded off his cushiony curls and shot towards the mother. She was stuck dead in her tracks. It all happened in slow motion: The purse twirled through the air all the while make-up, money, and tampons falling from it. As it neared her she screamed it horror but her screams were cut short as it struck her square in the nose. Webster couldn't contain his laughter as she started running in circles screaming about wasted money on plastic surgery. Her anger was building up and started to boil over.
She let out a war cry and rushed Webster. He was caught off guard caused by his hysterical laughing and thus she booted him with her steel-toed boots right in the face. Webster's small body soared through the air and slammed into a light pole. He lay unmoving on the ground.
Things were looking bleak for Webster. The mother slowly strolled over to him and stomped one boot down on his large member.
"AUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!" Webster screamed in pain and was beginning to divulge in and out of consciousness. It seemed as though Webster was beat and overcome by a mere woman.
But Webster had a trick up his youth small sleeve...
To be continued...
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Submitted by Saxon (user info) at 2005-01-17 20:59:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Cute! I think.
Submitted by AstheRuinfalls (user info) at 2005-01-17 20:45:08 EST (#)
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I don't know but it's okay.
Just let it come. Just let it come.
Submitted by Feijuada (user info) at 2005-01-17 20:41:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Why is it that the last five posts I have clicked on seen to be designed in such a way that I am extremely tempted to make a racist comment?!