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Ding-dong, ding-dong.

The doorbell rang over and over again. John didn't want to get up. He hadn't slept since the bombing raid the other night. "We're not at war, right?" He constantly thought over, and over, and over again.

Ding-dong, ding-dong.

Some of the neighbours were saying that it was commies who infiltrated a military base at night, trying to start a revolution. Just rumors, John convinced himself. He also heard that it may have been another terrorist attack, but there was no follow-up or warning or anything; no list of demands or threats.

Ding-dong, ding-dong.

John couldn't take it anymore. He jumped out of bed, still in his underwear, and flung the door wide-open. John looked up and shouted at the top of his lunges, "CAN I HELP YOU-"

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The man stared him straight in the eye. John flinched. He cleared his throat.
"May I help you?"
The man was short, and looked exactly like this.

He was carrying a lance, quietly approaching John. He asked,
"Do you have any... Chrilden in the house?"
John noticed some chrilden walking behind the man.
"There, what about them?"
"Yes, they'll do quite fine. Thank you, sir." John closed the door, sighing. He tore off his underwear, and...

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Realized his own chrilden had just woken up and saw him; instantly. "Oh hello kids, just shootin' the breeze, heh." John quickly jumped and rolled into the living room, bound over the couch and rolled under the coffee table. He waited a minute to listen in on the weather that day. But the weather channel wasn't on: Instead, the new President of United Nations of Americanada was giving his speech on his conquest for world domination.
For you see, both Canada and the United States had come to the agreement of forming a super country that involved both a fantastic health care system and eductation system. That, and the threat of nuclear war from Koreussia. Everyone knew the outcome would involve one of the two super powers to be blown to hell.
But John was startled when the chrilden came into the living room. "Have you ever wondered if we were adopted?" Asked little Timmy.
Sarah, Timmy's older sister nodded quickly. "I wasn't, but you were. I can show you the papers when you're older if you want."
Timmy's face exploded with tears as he ran out of the room screaming. "You're lieing! I hate you! I hate everyone! I'm going to run away now and it's all your fault you biiiiiiiiiitch!"
John remained silent, knowing giving away his position could mean certain demise. He watched as his daughter, Sarah, headed off to sleep. John sighed in relief, wiping his forehead of sweat. He rolled out from under the table and grabbed his robe from the rocking chair beside the television.
As he buttoned up his attire, he glanced out the window at the darkened sky. "What will come of the chrilden?" He noticed that the strange man from before was still outside, likely searching for the previous chrildren. But John knew they would not return. Rumors were spreading that the time was drawing near and that the airports were going to be shutting down shortly. It was a big rat-race to leave the country. John knew better, he had strong faith for his country, against all odds. But he knew he still had to protect his chrilden.
John sat down to play Final Fantasy XXXIV, his favourite game for the past ten years. He didn't notice the strange man outside picking up his son, Timmy, and stuffing him in a..

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Large suitcase. The strange man had been half the size of Timmy, though had no trouble fitting him in. John was too busy focused on Final Fantasy XXXIV, however. He had just gotten to the final boss in the desert region of the Inplantetatationarian Nation located in the continent of Xi in the planet N'Noj of the system located inside the universe inside Thor's Hammer. John affectionately named each of the characters after his family members and himself. The protagonist, Thuvik, was named after himself, Sylvia as Sarah, Asmtera've-cd'l're as Timmy, and the gorilla originally named Ko after his only pet, a black box named Agoraphobia. He was fighting the final boss, when Asmtera've-cd'l're, AKA Timmy, had suddenly went unconscious! John quickly reacted, giving him an Über Elixir. It was an extremely nerve-racking situation for John, but he got through the final boss in the desert region of the Inplantetatationarian Nation located in the continent of Xi in the planet N'Noj of the system located inside the universe inside Thor's Hammer. However, Agoraphobia hadn't been impressed. So he decided to go directly against John's orders and he blew up the planet N'Noj. Sadly, Sarah had been killed in the blast. John was in tears on his couch. Him and Timmy were hugging each other for a good ten minutes. John decided he was bored of this game.
By now, the strange man and the suitcase had been gone, as well as the chrild Timmy. John finally noticed his only son was gone, and he sprinted upstairs, banging on the locked door of Sarah. "I swear to God, Sarah! I will personally rip both of my chrilden's' throats out if you don't tell me where you kidnapped your bratha!" There was no response. "DID YOU HEAR ME YOUNG LADY?! I WILL RAAAAPE YOUUUUUUU!!!!!!!"
John moped downstairs, feeling defeated. He picked up the black box on the counter, getting intimate with it. He picked up some clothes on the floor, slapping them on. He placed his hat on his head. He put on a bandolier as well, equipping it with a shoe, deodorant, a 20Q Toy, and Agoraphobia. He looked not too unlike:

He peeked out the window, smiling mischievously. He kicked his front door open, screaming. He began to...

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sit up, realizing he had dreamed the whole day. John was having a bit of trouble getting out of bed, so Sarah used an Awaken on him to get him up. John nodded to Sarah and went downstairs to have some bacon and eggs.
When he arrived in the kitchen, Jimmy was already making some french toast. John grunted in protest. "Jimmy! Don't you know that the French are to blame for this?" John then pointed to the hole in his shoe. It appeared to have been scorched by some tiny explosion, likely by a frenchman.
Jimmy looked up to his father. "I know dad, I know. But you have to believe me when I say that this toast aint French." Jimmy then proceeded to take a bottle of whiskey and poured it all over the toast, which was previously thought to be French. "Happy dad?"
John smiled and patted his Son on the head. "That's my boy!"
Suddenly Fredrick the leprechaun waddled into the room, sober as ever. "Benjy me! 'T smells like a bag o' swhag!" He trotted up to the stove and nicked Jimmy in the knees. "Oi lad! What's fryin' like a dose in this gaff?"
Having no idea what the fuck the leprechaun was talking about, Jimmy..

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shrugged helplessly at John. John turned away, admiring the sunshine. Jimmy had wa--

And John woke up again. The Father was looking upon him, smiling. His task had been complete, and he was now back home.

The end... ... ...?

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John shook his head to snap out of an utterly retarded daydream. "DAAAAAAAAAAAAD, HE'S EATING MY TOAST! DO SOMETHING!" Jimmy yelled at the top of his lungs while hopping around on one foot, rubbing his ankle and avoiding the angry little Irish man. John sat up from the kitchen table with a loud sigh and round house kicked the leprechaun in the face, sending him flying out the window followed by the distant sounds of a car alarm and a cat presumably getting raped. "Thanks dad, but now we need more toast." But it was Sunday, and the stores were closed.
"What can you tell me about toast, Son?" Jimmy told John all he knew, which was more or less nothing. Something about a man named Jack. But he didn't know Jack. But the toast... He required toast. His eyes watered a bit, crying a single tear of anger. In complete rage he threw the kitchen table across the room and screamed. Jimmy stood frozen, afraid of getting in the way with what his father might break next.
Panting, John calmed down. "We need to find this... Jack, guy. And soon. Breakfast is almost over." Jimmy opened his mouth to speak, but instead...

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closed it to chew his toast that he had so boldly claimed for himself the night before. It was quite possibly the most arousing toast of all the land. As he licked the plate dry he stood up, clapping his hands off, and looked at Jimmy. "You know Son, there comes a time in every boys life," He looked at Jimmy to see if he was listening to him. "When a boy's got to do, what a boy's got to do." He turned and walked up to the window, suddenly with a cup of coffee in his hand and a jacket draped over his shoulder, and looked to the setting Sun. "This Jack fellow means big things for this family, you understand that right?" He paused, presuming that Jimmy was still paying attention. "And damn if I'll let a leprechaun get the best of my family.." He trailed off as he sipped from his cup. "You get all that Jimmy?" Then he turned around.
The leprichaun had Jimmy at gun point with one arm wrapped around his neck. "Aye, 'tis what it seems lad." He gritted his teeth and snarled at John. "If ye be wantin' ta see yer' boy Jimminy again a time-and-a-half from now, ye'll be wantin' to listen real close like, see?"
John frowned, and not because the leprichaun needed a stool to reach Jimmy's neck either. He sipped his cup once more and threw it to the ground, watching the small man flinch at the act. "Just answer me one question." John took a step forward. "What do you know about a man named Jack?"
The leprichaun laughed for a moment and then became straight faced again. "Blimey, ter' be a million blokes in de world named Jack. How ta' hell am oi suppost ta' know the one ye be lookin' fer?"
John sighed and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a photograph and raised it to the leprichaun. "Does this ring a bell?"
The leprichaun leaned closer to get a better look and was shocked at what he saw. "Oh, that Jack. Aye, I know of him." The leprichaun then shook his head. "But nobodies seen the lad in years. Only a fool would go lookin' fer a man like him now!"
John smiled, adjusting the coat around his shoulder. "I'd be just that fool." Suddenly John reached into his pockets with both hands and drew out two .50 caliber magnum revolvers and aimed them forward. "One in each hand," John boasted. "Nice one."
The leprichaun shook his head. "Ye' wouldn't shoot yer own Son, now would ya'?" The little man hesitated, suddenly aware that the gun in his hand wasn't loaded and that John already knew. "Alright, alright. I'll tell ya' what I know." But then the leprichaun suddenly disappeared into the nearest lucky charm, leaving them with a cheery chortle.
John lowered his pistols and sighed in relief. "Timmy, I hope you learned something from all of this."
Jimmy looked up at his dad. "For fucks sake, my name is Jimmy! Get it right already!"
John looked sternly at his Son. "Get off my house." He then proceeded to throwing Jimmy out the window; the first step to finding toast.
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chrilden sighed. The--

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world was a big scary place. Having absolutely no instruction, Jimmy was left to fend for himself, as John had shortly afterwards passed out from meth overdose. Jimmy decided he would be best off starting his search at the local tavern half a block from his home. He hopped on his bike and was on his way, stopping to look back at his house, which was now on fire. Without reason to question it, he rode out.
When he arrived at the pub, he walked up to the bar and took a seat on a stool. For the most part, it was pretty quiet and empty since it was a Monday. No one likes Mondays. "One sex on the beach bartender!" he requested casually. The bartender raised an eyebrow to him as he scrubbed a mug with a dirty washcloth. "Are you 18?" asked the bartender. Jimmy chuckled, "Everyone knows the drinking age is 21." The bartender thought for a moment. "Oh, that's right. Here you are then."
Jimmy, very satisfied with his cleverness, took one sip of the beverage and threw up all over the bartenders face. He then proceeded to exert body fluids from every possible output. The bartender had no choice but to call for an ambulance and Jimmy was taken to the hospital via paramedics.

Four hours later Jimmy awoke in the hospital, dazed and confused. "Where am I? Are you Jack?" A nurse loomed over him as he regained his focus. She leaned closer and smiled, "You're awake are you? Are you feeling better now?" Jimmy coughed horsely. "I have a better question. Where's my sandwich?" The nurse stared at him for a moment and then smiled again. "You must be hungry after all that trauma I suppose. Just a moment." She quickly trotted out of the room. Jimmy was alone now and he tried to sit up. Suddenly, Jimmy realized something very shocking. He had no legs. He screamed at the top of his lungs, which were a lot lower now than he had realized. The nurse quickly rushed back in to the room. "What is it? What's wrong?" Jimmy pointed to his lower torso frantically, still screaming. The nurse looked back at him, "Your legs caught fire when the doctor was lighting his cigarette so we had to amputate on the spot, then he was fired." Jimmy was very angry now. "But that doesn't explain where my fucking sandwich is now then does it?" Jimmy dangerously protested. Jimmy-