And then an epic battle insued! Mr. Carrot mopped the floor with satan and the burrito. he roundhoused, punched, bit, spat at, and utterly destroyed them!
No offense... But where did you learn to write?
Now... continuing the story...
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Mr. Carrot stared at Jack's abominable corpse, as he removed the sunglasses away from his face; it was over, but this is as what he thought...
He suddenly remembered that the slayers of Satan would become the devil himself. Mr Carrot tried to escape the streams Eldrich Magic that were chasing him but to no avail; his carroty body was soon engulfed in the smoke of unholy energies as a pentagram formed on his forehead...
But there was still time to correct the wrongs, he reached for one of his revolvers but only to realise that it was empty.
Mr Burrito was gasping for his life as he witnessed the vile transformation of Mr Carrot and let out a malign laughter.
"YOU CANNOT STOP EVIL, MR. CARROT! EVIL WILL TRIUMPH UPON ALL!!!" Mr. Burrito exclaimed.
But out of the blue, a police car came over and collided into the transforming Mr.Carrot, shattering him into carroty bits.
"HOLY SH!T JIM! WE HIT SOMETHING!" Exclaimed the cop on the passenger sit.
The policemen exited the car and examined the carroty corpse.
"Don't worry, its just a carrot..." Jim, the morbidly obese policeman
casually explained.
"Well, thats one Satanic Carrot to me, boss." replied Robert(a), the other cop, who thinks he's a woman trapped in a man's body.
Jim approached Mr. Burrito and questioned him.
"Do you know anyone called Jack here, little guy? He apparently requested for a ride to San Antonio, Texas which we didn't even heard of."
Infuriated by his question, the Burrito replied in utmost anger, while grasping his side as tainted Satanic guacamole sauce bled out of him.
"YOU DESPISE ME MORTAL! YOUR UNDERESTIMATION WILL BE YOUR DOOM! YOU ARE THE LITTLE ONE, PATHETIC WORM!"
Robert(a) was poking around until (s)he found a grotesque mass of rotting tentacles lying on the ground with a Name tag that read "Jack".
Out of the sudden, the tentacles sprang towards Robert(a) and grabbed him/her.
"HELP!!! I THINK ITS TRYING TO R@PE ME!" Screamed Robert(a) in a girly voice.
Noticing his Comrade in danger, Jim reached for his 12 gauge shotgun and pointed it at the undead eldrich horror.
"DROP HIM/HER! OR YOU"RE GETTING NEW BULLET HOLES!" warned Jim to the undead Jack at his top of his lungs.
Amidst the commotion, Mr. Burrito crawled on the floor, trying to reach for Robert(a)'s dropped loaded revolver...