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Pepe: The Cowfrog (A Short Story)
Pepe: I reckon you weren't to yella belly after all. I thought all yer kind were cowards....
Townsperson 1: It's really him! The rough ridin' meme shootin' killa. I heard he could shoot the wings off a fly from 50 yards with his meme iron...
Townsperson 2: look at the other fella... I heard he came outta nowhere. Rumor is 'e ain't lost a battle of words with his replies! Ain't that the one they call Ratio Bill?
Ratio Bill: It has been quite some time, Pepe. My boys called you out to settle the score. It's time to end this rodeo. You had your glory, and now you will be a dead meme.
Narrator: No more words were spoken as the church bell rang: high noon. The instant it did Ratio Bill couldn't respond fast enough to the meme iron on Pepe's hip. He was defeated faster than it took ol' Uganda Knuckles to die out. The ratio man was no more. Now he lay in a pool of his own blood. Pepe simply took a drag of his cigar with one last sentence spoken.
Pepe: Ya cain't challenge the greatest frog in the west.