Fuck your Nazi Word Count.
Bert dropped to his knees, tears struggling down his stubbly, element-ravaged face. He knew he had met his nemesis. He was going to die; slowly, painfully in plain sight of a large crowd of Off-Topic witnesses.
“No, Don’t! Please!” He begged. And smiled a bit. Bert likes begging.
No sign of clemency showed on the face of his killer as she approached with menacing, purposeful steps. He started to shake as her strong capable hands pulled him to his feet.
“You know it’s for the best Bert. Things can only get worse if this isn’t done right.” She let go of him. Before he could collapse again Vampyrecat stepped close and gave Bert the biggest of fluffeh hugs and he came to death. The End.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Fri 8 May 2009, 9:29, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

So, am I dead now?

(Bert's other profile wants to wear your balls on a necklace, Fri 8 May 2009, 9:53, Reply)

Yes.
You are now Bert SexZombieMonkey. With added HitlerZombieCock.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Fri 8 May 2009, 10:00, Reply)

Again?
I did this yeeeeears ago.
(Bert's other profile wants to wear your balls on a necklace, Fri 8 May 2009, 10:01, Reply)