Ere, or 404
Written by Davey Gravy
Greetings fair fleshlings! It is I, KingWangChops. Some of you may recognize me from the forums here at Space Pirates Ltd. It seems that once again this fantastic website has need of my programming to scoop up the flaming debris that were scattered about here last night. Honorable Internet Correspondent Dave “The Dread Pirate Randle� Randle was due for an update this week in which he showcased all of the comics he created for his high school newspaper. Unfortunately, due to the strenuous nature of creating an all-new template for such a feature, the project was not completed in time. Mr. Randle was sure to type up a first class public apology, which he then “hard-wired� (what he calls belting my silicon casing with a meat mallet while shrieking “EEEEEEE-MAAAAAAAAIL�) it into my database in the form of an email and informed me to post it on the main page immediately:
Subject: ffuck
hey youh fyckin mother fucks want myguvc fucking comingdscs up there on the internet AINTERNET? FUCK1 hey fuckyou you dont deserve dso much as muy raging cockup your retarded intereasss haha! INTERASS you fuckin no thats teh funniest fuckin thing oh fuck im so dr unk. god. ugh. o god fuck I cantfuckingdo this shitt. Hey interFUCKS my comics are too good to get all smirred all over the interfuckjikngnet lik,esomekind of fuckng cow parade YOU KNOCW WHAT THE FUCK! IGFUHNGOT ENOUFF BALLS SPTAPLED TO MY AWLL IO COULD FUC KY UO UP SO BAD HEY U WANT A FUCKING COMICS HERES A FUCKING
oh god here
Mr. Randle informed me that he fully intends to complete the comic feature at some point “beofore youare FAT PLAYDOEMOTHR escapesfrom my basement you fucks!� For more information on Play Dough, visit the Space Pirate Jail.
