Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-31401828-20170703092347/@comment-30858153-20170804003327

@Kimochi:  A countryball with burning red eyes eminating whispers reveals itself, as it gets closer it reveals itself to be Aztec ball, he pulls out a obsidian axe and fixes his eyes on mexico, with a demonic voice he says to Mexico "Yes it is me, Aztec empire and you shall now be dealt with you fake claystealer, in the name of our master." Mexico: Oh no, no, no ,no ,no ,no, it's worst than I tought

Aztec: That's right, Spanish puppet, I'm back, and I'm claiming this clay in the name of the gods

Mexico: Please, yo don't want to fight...

Aztec: Too late,you could say that before being touched by THE CONQUEROR!

Mexico: Entiende! I was just a baby!

Aztec: Now prepare to say goodbye

Me: *At the distance*Wait a second! ( Y'know it could just be me going crazy but i  im right to beleive we are being followed by another countryball, thing it keeps dissapearing, so either it's shy or it doesn't have good intentions in mind.) ...So the destiny wanted us to confront it..

Mexico: You don't leave me another opción...*he turns around and appears with red eyes, a black ranch hat and a gun that came out of nowhere* Come for me now, pariente

Me: Oh, right, Narcos!, no wait, I have to do something *I walk towards them* ENOUGH! *They stare at me* Thanks, now, come with me * I take them to the balcony, when we're outside I face Mexico* YOU, RETURN TO YOUR OLD SELF, NOW!

Mexico: S-S-S-Sí jefa!! *He returns to be the same as ever*

Me: *Faces Aztec* Listen, my dad needs to work tomorrow, I need to present my last school project tomorrow, and the most important, WE NEED TO SLEEP SO WE CAN WAKE UP TOMORROW!

Aztec: I'm not hearing anything from an impure woman

Me: That's right, I'm a proud Mestiza, a cocktail made out of cocktails, and for the woman thing, you are 7 centuries late, now I'm going to show you what a woman can do right now! *I throw him to the opposite terrain, breaking my record*

Aztec: Aw, we're done already?, don't worry, I'll be back!, Mwahahahahahahaha! *He poofs before reaching the wall*

Mexico: We're not talking about this, right?

Me: Nope

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Mexico:  Sorry about that, I lost control of mí

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Me: Don't worry, even If I don't have a violent side, I still understand it

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Mexico: Thanks, amigo

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Me: Let's go back to sleep, I DO need to go to school and show that project

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Mexico: Ok, let's go back adentro