On a hill on the edge of York under a fleet of battelships castin a doom shadow over the once grate city stod a cloked man. He lookd up at the fleet and boiled with rage. The man he hatted most in the world waz there and he wanted to impal him or shoot him or giv him posined Jammy Dojers. Spadang Skaran wud pay for his crimes against humanity. The cloked man wanted to get up to the fleet to kill him but there was one prob: he had no ship because of a man he haterd almost as much…
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOTHEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!!!” shotted Max Smith while waving his fist in the sky dramticly. He was a Tim Lord but his ship had been stolern.
“Sorry bawss” said his underlin.
“Silence, mortal!” shouted Max Smith with angrer. “This OOTHER is an indiotic dunderhed! He believs he can take on Skaran’s army on his own. Ha! Foolish mortal!” He laughed evilly whil stroking a white K9.
“Sux to be him” sed the other underlin.
THe three men formed sumthing nown as The Allijance: Max Smith, a Tim Lord wit a lazer bowtie, Hans Solo, a Jedi with an army of Chewys, and Suelu Chang, a ninja kung fu guy from Star Tek. They wer on the same side as Oother but had givern in to the evils of magic wich they used in ther quest agenst Spadang and cos magick is evil Oother toldem to fuck the fuck off and went Solo (lol ironic cos one of them was calld Solo! loL!) They had been standing her for months on this hill tryin to get into the fleet to kill Spad but they couldn’t.
JUST THEN THEY SAW AN EXPLOSION IN THE SKY!
“Gah! There’s a battle going on yp there! Curse you Ooooooooooootheeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!”
But Max Smith knew ther was more. He looked up at the Dalek battleship flyin towards the battle and knew Oother had no chance.
Oother was fiting on top of the warsips surrounding the Evil Doom Dortess of Door. Goons were running and flying at him bt he jumped ovar there bullets. He looked over to where two Oothers from other times were Duble Teaming a goon.
“PREPARE FOR OOTHER TROUBLE… AND MAKE IT FUCKMOTHERING DOUBLE!” they shouted.
He then looked at an army of goons being slottered by an Oother with a flamethrower.
“Im like Alan Shugar from the Appentiss… COS YOUR FIRED!” he quipd.
Another bunch of Oothers were charging at the warships an managing to rip out the engins with bear hands so the ships blew up.
“You know wats clingin to dis ship?” one said. “THE OOTHERNACLE!”
But waves of goons jus kept respawning! Oother needed to find the spawn pont so he could camp. As he was destroying ships he looked for the sauce when he found it!
A big ass zeplin went through the warships and Oother cud see it was pilotted by that singer calld Lead Zeplin. But Oother didn’t care. He was looking at da back where ther was a MASSIVE turbine churning stuff out that said “GOON GENERATOR” on it in big lights. Goons were falling out of it an into teh fire of the Oothers.
“WHAT EVIL FUCKMOTHERING CONTRAPTION IS THIS?” he yelld shockd. This was undeniable proof of teh evils of magick! To create lif out of nothing just for cannan fodder! HE knew he ad to destory this evil!
Oother turnd to some other Oothers.
“Aright chumps, lets do this OOOOOOOOTHEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRR PEEENNNNNNNNDRA AAAAGOOOOOOOOONNN NNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
And he charged at the generator and punched it so hard it died.
“YES! WE HAVE DEFEATED THE GOON WAVE BEEETCHEZ!”
And the Oothers all high fived.
“Now to find out who mad that piece of evil…”
BUT THEN! Down came a weird lookin UFO. And a voice came from it…
It was…………………… ………………. ………………..
“PUR-LEASE, motherfucker!” Oother said. “I got me some ANTI DALEKANIUM RIFALS!”
“NOOOOOOOOO” SCREMED THE DALEKS AS HE BLEW THEM UP! The ship sputtered and fell way down onto the erth and causd a massive explosion but it only fel on Wakfeeld so no one cared.
“Now to find out who made dis infernal motherfuckin contraption breading poor motherfuckers for war!” said Oother. He lookd at thge back of the generator to see…
Сделанный Джозефом Старлином
MADE BY JOSEPH STARLIN!!!!!
TO!!!!!!! BE!!!!!!!!! CONTIUNID!!!!!!!!!!!!!