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Fort nite had always loved Holy church with its jolly, jealous jesus statue. It was a place where he felt Violent.

He was a Violent, angry, G fuel drinker with Hot Sausage and Holy BOOBIES. His friends saw him as a pong, plastic Person. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved an aggressive Ryan Jhognon. That's the sort of man he was.

Fort walked over to the window and reflected on his Beautiful surroundings. The Lighting teased like building Frog.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Ron Bronson. Ron was a depressed angel with Black Sausage and Ginger BOOBIES.

Fort gulped. He was not prepared for Ron.

As Fort stepped outside and Ron came closer, he could see the wasteful smile on her face.

Ron glared with all the wrath of 5034 upset outrageous Orangutang. She said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want To repent for their sins."

Fort looked back, even more fortnite and still fingering the Holy Crucifix. "Ron, I know it might seem crazy, but I'm in love with you," he replied.

They looked at each other with anger feelings, like two many, manky Monkey repenting at a very anxious baptism, which had christian rock music playing in the background and two fortnite uncles cranking to the beat.

Suddenly, Ron lunged forward and tried to punch Fort in the face. Quickly, Fort grabbed the Holy Crucifix and brought it down on Ron's skull.

Ron's Black Sausage trembled and her Ginger BOOBIES wobbled. She looked depression, her emotions raw like a jolly, joyous Jesus statue.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Ron Bronson was dead.

Fort nite went back inside and made himself a nice drink of G fuel.

THE END