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Battle of the ants
I was in my backyard setting up the grill, when I realize that ants were
crawling up the legs of the grill and trying to get my burgers. I quickly
grabbed the first thing I saw, some hotdogs. I began smashing the hotdog
everywhere. I nocked over the grill and my lawn caught on fire. I ran
inside and got some water, and started pouring it over the fire.
the fire went out and a little amount of smoke was left behind. my first
battle with the ants left me victorious, but the war was not over. they will
return and I will drop to my knees and beg for they're forgiveness. the
battle will be long and hard, but I will be the last one alive. I will be
standing, raising my head, laughing at all the ants and they're limbs caught
in the cracks of my shoe. the screaches as I stomp on them, giving them
no mercy.
I went back into my house and got out some more hotdogs, and hamburgers.
When I got everything cleaned up and ready for another barbeque I headed
outside toward the rusted, burnt up grill. the ants were reforming and
ready to make they're attack. I keep one eye on the grill, and the other
on the ants. They will not sneak attack me this time, I am ready.
I had another plan for the next battle. I ran inside and got my quaker
instant oatmeal. When I got back they had already begun they're journey
toward the grill. They were dieing for my burgers but I would not let them
have it. I poured the oatmeal in there path, and when they arrived to it
they began devouring it. After a few minutes of waiting, the oatmeal began
to do it's work. It started expanding in they're stomache's, and left half
of the ants dead. My battle was almost over.
With my second victory I was very much pleased. More and more ants came out
of the ant hill. I couldn't take it anymore. They wouldn't stop. I pulled
out my hershey's chocolate syrup and began pouring it all over the ants, and
the ant hill. I dropped to my knees and began slurping away at the ants.
Minutes ago I was having thoughts about dropping to my knees and begging
for they're forgivenes, now I am devouring them.
I sat back on my lawn chair and felt very pleased with my actions. I could
now enjoy myself. I sat back and breathed in the fresh air. I felt a slight
pinch in my stomache. More and more pinches followed. I dropped to the
ground and began screaming. I could not take this anymore! I crawled to my
grill and got the lighter fluid, and chugged the whole bottle down. I got
my grill igniter and stuck in down my mouth into my throat and pressed the
igniter button. The ants are dead.
-rage
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