Thread: The Amazing One-Sentence Story!
He then fired his double-barrel crossbow-launcher at Cyäegha, hitting the monster in the mouth a turning it into a cute, fuzzy, murderous bunny.
The gunlord, briefly forgetting something, pulled the pages of the pamphlet that he ripped out of his pocket and then replaced them back into his pocket while nodding.
The prayer was to make this moment a fixed point in time, so that no time travellers could fly in in their police boxes and stop him from doing what he was about to do.
"How do you know what the prayer's about?" the pilot demanded of the narrator, his thick pilot's beard quivering with inordinate suspicion.
"You're supposed to be screaming right now", replied the Narrator, "I wouldn't worry about it anyway."
The pilot said, "Why should I be screaming? I know what to do; I WROTE THE PAMPHLET AND KNOW THE COUNTERMEASURES!"
The crew and passengers of the plane all turned to stare at the pilot, Cyäegha with an outrageously fearful expression.
The plane suddenly did a barrel roll and continued its flight path upside-down as the flight attendant whom everyone had forgotten about attempted to alter the plane's course while eating a tuna.
("I am a leaf on the wind. Watch me soar.")
("I am a leaf on the wind. Watch me soar.")