ProtonJon waited. The eyes in the backsgrond was dormant and starred into his soul. There were demons in the fleshy hellish base. He didn’t see them, but had expected them now for minutes. His warnings to Coronar Lucha were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
Jon was a lettus playorer for a long fukkin amont mesured in minutes. When he was young he watched the romhakx and he said to dad “I want to be in the dethwatr daddy.”
Dad said “No! You will BE KILL BY DEMONS”
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the fleshy house base of the hell he knew there were demons.
“This is Reeces peesis” the radio crackerled. “You must fight the demons!”
So Jon gotted his daemon fire and blew up the boss.
“HE GOING TO KILL US” said the king of demon
“I will slide at him” said the dauhter damon and she fired the spiked missiles. Jon flamed at her