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Toby Turner

Get Bloody

 

Get Bloody


I always dreamt of BMX. Ha!
Got no more time for dreaming.
My Ex-Wife resisted bringing our.
9 year old son Timmy.
-No dad, I don't...
-Come on.
-I don't wanna go.
-You're going.
-I really don't.
-Shut up son.
-Gah

We don't need a car
-Dad, that's a cliff.
I'll just hold
-Um
the spacebar
-Dad you're going to fast.
-Argh!
-No, dad!

Respawn at the start,
Didn't get very far.
-We never do, dad.
-Shut up son!

I ride a bike with my son,
We always have so much fun.
-No we don't.

Unless there's mines on the ground,
-Dad, landmine!
Then things are gonna get bloody.
-Oh no!

I ride a bike with my son,
-Dad!
Sometimes we do bottle runs
-Nooo!
Sometimes we dodge harpoon guns
-Aow!
Sometimes I get to launch Timmy
-What? Nooo!
Sometimes I get to launch Timmy
-Noo!
For Tim's perspective, just press C.
-Noooo!
I think it's time to get bloody.
I think it's time to get bloody.
Oh No!
-Dad, stop.
-I can't, son.
-Give up, dad.
-I don't know how.
-It's just not fun anymore Dad.
-Ah, so you admit it was fun once?
-Gah!

It's hard to keep on living.
-Arghhh, God!
This course is unforgiving.
-Gargh
-Oh no, Dad!
-Gargh
I doubt that will be healing.
-Dad, you should go to the hospital.
-I don't have insurance.
Son, keep the handles steady.
-Dad, what are you doing?
-Winning son, Charlie Sheen.
-Oh God.
We've come too far
to give up on this course.
-I disagree... Argh!
-Aowww!
I don't need my arms,
that's what my son is for.
-No dad, slow down!
-Wooooo!
We're riding towards a big jump.
We fly in front of the sun,
's about time we finally won.
Think we have earned a victory.
-Yesss!
-Yay
-We did it!
-Yay
-Oh yeah!
-Oh good.
-Wanna go again?
-No!
-You know what I'm gonna do?
-I'm gonna put on my victory helmet.
-Oh, you look like a robot!

Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of vic
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of vic
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of victory

-I'm irresponsible mom.
-Thought I should be in this song.
-He rides a bike with our son.
-Don't wanna fight for custody.

-I'm kinda glad when he's gone.
-I got two kids of my own.
-And killing us would be wrong
-Unless it happens out of frame.
-Whoa!
-Good one son!
-Aargh!

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