Worms, Wieners, and the Finnish Linux Choir
In a tiny village in southwestern France, tucked away between the woods and the vineyards, two brothers used to love playing together. Now, they are adults with their families, and remembering the good old days as kids. Life is tougher now, they both work OnlyFans to make ends meet. Eating corn dogs in there dirty van. They seek change in their lives Suddenly, the phone rings. Mark runs to pick up the phone. "It's the IRS", he exclaimed. "Get the kids, it's time". They went to an old casino with kids. One of them saw a glass of wine! "Tonight, we dine on fine wine from the vine," one of them ejaculated. "This is bullshit, we have work to do," the second brother responded. There are worms under my skin, they are under my skin they wriggle UNDER MY SKIN THERE ARE WORMS UNDER MY SKIN GET THEM OUT GET THEM OUT GET THEM OUT GET THEM OUT The baby awoke; "It's all your fault!", exclaimed Alexandre. Why didn't you fill our taxes ? Mark, over the many years of their lives first as siblings, then as classmates, and finally as neighbors had at first enjoyed his brother's antics, then tolerated them, and now dreaded them - standing there in the casino, glass of wine in hand, he considered his brother, writhing on the floor, screaming about worms and unfilled taxes: Is Alexandre really the person that will get me away from the IRS and out of that dirty van, for good? No, Time to walk away from all of these, from him, from this mess I have managed to dig into. "The hell did you just say?!", exclaimed Alexandre the Great(est Of All Time). I am done with you, Alexander, and I am done with all of your shenanigans, antics, IRS, and everything in between! Meanwhile in Finland happened something very strange that will change the course of the story completely upside down. But alas that remains for another chapter, for now we turn our attention to Sergeant Windsor of the IRS, who is leading his squadron rapidly (within the speed limit) towards the brothers. "No time for this Finnish Linux crap", whispers Sergeant Windows to himself. but then something unexpected happens, as the Sergeant charges (obviously within the speed limit) an unexpected entity transforms the sergeant into a chicken! the force known as bob has appeared from the shadows . Ah, bob, it is you! Says Chicken Sargent while leaving the car midway through the crash, " The time has come for us to battle", says Sargent while grabbing a pocket knife within his feathers . The IRS suddenly realized that it is actually a boys choir in disguise and since the last Tenor left, they have been looking for a new member for a long time and after they heard one of the brothers shout and cry at the local cashier the other day they found him very fitting, althought not having a tenner, they offered to pay for his past sins, which he had mostdefinitely, *Poof*, gone they were. Bob whips out 5 glasses of wieners and starts throwing them at the chicken sergant. Being so poor, Bob gets on the ground and eats the wieners from the floor, just like a vacuum.
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