CD 3v1:CD v the Cold
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CD stood atop the large building and surveyed the city sprawled out before him. He looked to the left of him to the mystic dog whom sits on the corner and never speaks a word, yes, he is quite a mystic dog, at the moment he was sitting on the corner of the building, and not saying a word, but he was glowing his little glow. Then CD turned to his right, at his friend, his sidekick, Pileofpaper Boy. Then he looked before him to the place that tonight's crusade would occur his first attack against the beef industry.
Taco Bell.
Yes, they were enjoying their beef burritos and their nachos with beef on them. They were killing cows and profiting from it, disgusting.
CD's head began to tingle, he felt a weird sensation run through his head. He tilted his head back, then his head began to jolt forward. He attempted to cover his mouth with his left hand, but the sneeze came out. The left hand deflected this mighty gust and Pileofpaper Boy was hit. Pileofpaper Boy was blown to pieces, and scattered into the air. His pieces spread, and spun on their journey to the ground. The mystic dog whom sits on the corner and never speaks a word ran to the side. He and CD could do nothing but watch helplessly as Pileofpaper Boy fell the ten stories to the ground.
“Pileofpaper Boy!!!! I will avenge you!!!” yelled CD. But he quickly realized he came across a foe he could not defeat. He fell to his knees, and screamed out to the sky.
“THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO, THE ENEMY IS TOO GREAT. THE COLD HAS CLAIMED A LIFE, AND ME THE HERO CAN DO NOTHING.”
The mystic dog whom sits on the corner and never speaks a word licked CD's hand.
“You're right, I can't let this stop me... I will continue my quest.” CD said and he left to fight the cold alon.
CD fought the cold off and on for days before the final confrontation. He was sitting, exhausted in his garage. He held off wave after wave of sneezes and coughs. His eyes were watering and he realized. Hot gets rid of cold, so he fired up the Spud, turned the heater on, and let the car heat up. He smiled as he thought of how hot the engine must be by now. He popped the hood up, and cut up a bunch of the tubes that were filled with hot air, and he swallowed in as much hot air as possible. He blacked out.
Hours later he woke up, he felt as if he had swallowed boiling water. He could barely move, his throat was singed, he couldn't talk. He felt as if he would never eat again, every breath he pulled in stung his lungs.
He began hopping up and down clapping. He celebrated much, and accepted the fact that he might meet this opponent again. He had defeated the cold.
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