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Flamin Monkey's (Other) by Blade

They run up trees they climb down trees on each and every day, but once a year they laugh and shout causing misery and dismay. This day is known as fry day, Or death and human stew day, when the chimps run round with only the sound of flamethrowers set on high! We're toast the people cried, and more than half of them died, if only they could have contained, the secrets they tried to hide. The monkey's run the monkey's jump the monkey's prance around, with flamespitting death at their fingertips, wreaking havoc to the ground. They cannot be caught they cannot be fought the monkey's are to quick, and armed with their trusty flamethrowers they'll bury you 6 feet thick! So as you sleep little children keep the chimps fresh in your mind, for otherwise when your not looking, they'll toast you from behind!

Agemo-Z 8-Dec-02/7:58 PM
I can't argue with monkey's [sic]. With flamethrowers.




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