roundisfunny
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"At last, my Legion of Hellish Mutants (or LHM) will be complete," snickered Freddy as he encased Michael Myers in a protective titanium cell, guarded by the Talisman of Holding (level 8). "Rest, little one. Soon your training will begin." Freddy ambled toward the dungeon's upper levels, musing aloud to himself about his nefarious plans. "Now that I have Jason, Leprechaun, Leatherface, Pinhead, Pumpkinhead, Chucky, Alien AND Predator under my control, we shall soon RULE THE WORLD!"
Freddy laughed maniacally into the empty night as Michael Myers stirred from his drug-induced slumber. "Urrgghh", he mumbled as he tried to pull himself to his feet. The last thing he remembered was hacking up a slumber party full of giggling teen virgins. It had been a productive Friday evening, and Michael had been looking forward to returning to his shack in the woods and putting his feet up for a while after a good day's work.
Now, however, his life had been turned around. He had been taken captive by some criminal mastermind, and he deduced that his skills would soon be put to use in the interests of his new "boss", rather than his own. Michael took exception to this new notion.