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As I fried some zombie/vampires, I ran straight to the castle. Up the mountain, that he just had to put the castle on, and bolted to the guards.
“Where’s Fang?” I screeched at them.
“We can’t tell you,” the first one said in a mocking tone.
“And why not!” I shouted.
“You’re just a kid. You have no right to see our king.” The first one said. He called me a kid! How dare he!
“I’m not a kid. I’m 1000 years old, and kinda short.” I huffed, “I want to see the king!”
“The whole Violet act won’t work on us. You can’t see the king.” The first one said with a calm act that was so easy to see through. He was mad red mad. I enjoy this.
“First, I am Violet. Second, I can and will see Fang. Third, you can’t stop me.” I was on a roll. He face was priceless. If you ever were about 4.12 and looked straight up to an 8.2 guard and screamed with confidence that you would see the king and wouldn’t mind going through him to get there. You know the look. If not be imaginative.
“Excuse me, I don’t think that was the right answer.” He said, still looking dumbstruck. At that moment, all five guards formed a circle around me to trap me. Fun. Let us start up another bar-b-q, shall we? Lightning shot out my finger tips and the guards were dumbstruck as I mentioned before. I enjoy this. Time to enjoy another argument with my good worst enemy Fang.
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