"Do you smell what I'm cooking?" asked a stupid voice. Holden blocked out the questions because he had to stay on task. He walked to the nearest Future Wal-Shops to buy a jetpack.
"Wow," remarked Holden. "What an everyday low future price!"
"Do you smell what I'm cooking?" the voice asked again. Holden ignored it once more, strapping on his jetpack and ascending into the sky, breaking the sound barrier.
"CAN YOU SMELL," asked the voice "WHAT I AM COOKING?!?!?!" It was Dwayne "the Rock" Johnson, back from the dead, flying behind Holden.
"The Rock, didn't I kill you when you were drinking that toilet water?" asked Holden as he sniffed the air. "And why does the air smell like farts?"
"That was no ordinary toilet water The Rock was drinking," said The Rock. "Zeus himself dropped a deuce in that water, and now I am a demigod!"
"The god of poop?" asked Holden. "Do you have poopy flying powers?"
"Yes, I am the God of Poops, and I can propel myself with heavenly farts! Now, bow before me!" said the Demigod of Poops as he passed an enormous amount of heavenly gas.
Just then, Holden saw he was nearing the mountain, and he got an idea. An awful idea. Holden got a wonderful, awful, idea.
"This is going to take perfect timing," he muttered.
"What is?" asked The Rock as he wound up for a poopy punch. Right before his hand made contact, Holden unclipped his jetpack, shoving it into The Rock's stupid face. The force of the jet pack was so powerful that it ripped The Rock's head clean off of his body. Brown blood splattered all over Holden. The stench was so pungent and stinky that Holden passed out, plummeting to the ground. He wasn't worried though, as he figured he would probably land safely.
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