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                Not going to be published.                 
                    -by Doctor Fluffy-                     
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                      experiment one                       
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experiment one
it. Wis. Scotland. It wis Scotland. Edinburgh, fokking Leith tae be specific.
It wis eywis Scotland. It wisnae Germany. It wisnae Garmisch-Partenkirchen. It wisnae the ruins ay a wee bairn’s birthday party, where a fokkin radge goat radger an lost ehs mind.  It wisnae in mountains either. Why wouldae it have been in mountains?
It hud tae have been Scotland.
Hudtae.
An Francis Strang hudtae have been thaire. He  hudtae have bin armed wi a Bren gun,   a big LMG. He hudtae have been thaire, didnae he?   He hudtae have been there, and GOOD FOKKING GOD DID THE VOICES IN HIS ”I don’t think he’d make a good Element of
FOKKING HEAD EVER  FOKKING STOP?! HOU JOU FOKKIN’ BEK,anything, La."
COULDN’T A GUY GET ANY  FOKKIN REST AROUND HERE
”He does seem to know us at least on some level. So that’s
                          a plus! We should see where he takes us, Gen."
An eh certainly hudtae have been a hero. He hudtae have bin oan Sir Harry Lauder road in this very moment.  The skies hud tae have been burning as the fokkin zeps were flying in, ehs all the British Isles burned.
“Whaire’s thae goddamn Avatar?!” eh couldae remembered yelling, an fir a moment eh thoat eh remembered odd looks fae the soldiers aroond him, armed wi whatever could be found, as it became obvious tae them jist what Francis Strang, the brave (cowardly) partisan (terrorist) wi the Bren (MG...34? 2019? 2023? Lance Rifle? Torrent LMG?) meant as eh asked this nonsensical question.**
It wis all nonsensical whin ya goat doon tae it.
Eh could hear trains behind him. Whaire wis the fokkin avatar?!
...It hudnae happened yet, ay course. A stupid mistake tae make.
In the trains behind him, Francis Strang could hear people rushing oot, headin fir the ferries. Oaf tae the east, a plane droaped ootae the sky. He wis happy he couldnae see whit had happened, happy he couldnae see what wis happenin over in Ireland or London. He’d hear later aboot turrible things, aboot planes fallin ootae the sky, forced doon by the fokkin air force. He wis glad he wisnae in Wales either, Lightning Dust an Rainbow Dash hud been thaire, ponifyin every man an woman  an child in sight.
An there wis that ko…. the k… that radge Viktor Kraber, a fokkin bastard thit deserved tae die, a bastard thit hud let ehs family die. Ehs family were newfoals cause he invited Pinkie Pie, that fokkin mank genaaide bergbok (such a silly phrase, what did it even mean? It wasn’t Afrikaans. He certainly didn’t know that.*)*
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I wasn't that bad! Come on, Aegis said it - I thought I learned this! I couldn't be this bad!