“What is this awful stench?” Jim exclaimed as he and Anti-Hero entered the coffeehouse.
“Maybe I heard wrong from those people... Let’s give it a chance, at least.” Anti-Hero said as they took a booth.
“Kiss my grits!” was exclaimed loudly as a decrepit, elderly woman came to their table. The woman looked vaguely familiar.
'Ha! It's been ages since we;ve heard that, eh, A.H.?" Jim said.
“Listen, it’s a fire hazard to have you in here.”
I've heard that before! Thought A.H.
The waitress spoke to A.H.
“Either go outside or kiss my grits!”
“You are very racist, lady! How is it that you, one who is not constantly on fire can judge me, and my flames? Who is it that gives you power over me, the one who is on fire, the one who poses a threat to your precious establishment?" With those words, A.H. took out his beloved Sword Chucks. As Anti-Hero began to lunge at the geriatric server, she revealed a bucket of water.
“Leave or kiss my grits!” A.H. and Jim were forced to leave, but not before Jim got some coffee.
“Man, this coffee fuckin' sucks!” Jim exclaimed.
So Jim huffed, and he puffed, and he took out a TOW missile launcher and blew the coffee house up. All that remained was a charred, burnt dead body that uttered its final death cry…
“Kiss… my… grits!”
A.H. then proceeded to mutilate the body with his sword chucks. “Oh yeah!!! Sword chucks baby!”
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