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Here's a little exploitable if any other Photoshop savvy Kiwis want to put Bob into other situations:
Careercow Robert Chipman / Bob / Moviebob / "Movieblob" - Middle-Aged Consoomer, CWC with a Thesaurus, Ardent Male Feminist and Superior Futurist, the Twice-Fired, the Mario-Worshipper, publicly dismantled by Hot Dog Girl, now a diabetic
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Mr. Duck
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Man, yours was better than mine - that's what you get for spending extra time on it. Although maybe you needn't have bothered with this photo considering this guy:Ninja'd already, but whatever.
Kinda looks like Bob anyway.
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HINTERLAND SHITHEELS WATCH OUT.
The Superior Future is here. Time to kiss your jerbs goodbye.
The Superior Future is here. Time to kiss your jerbs goodbye.
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He is doing plumbing with his brother and is not dressed as Mario and forcing is brother to dress as Luigi? I'm a bit shocked.
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I did a thing:
Here's the link to the website I used. Knock yourselves out.
The Rescue of Mario:A Super Mario Bros. Story by Bob Chipman
A/N: This is only a draft story. If I get enough good reviews I will write it up better and fix the mistakes. I wont fix them with negative reviews!
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Bob Chipman stopped and gazed into space.
Oh no.
It was happening; He couldn't help thinking about The plumber again. He tried not too. Desperate to avoid the thoughts that could not be, no, - would not be- held back.
But like dozens of unstoppable spacekings they came creeping forward till they filled His brain;
Marios smile shined like gold, as impressive as a spaceelivator, it filled the hut and The Game Overthinker was helplessly but willingly absorbed into them.
Marios eyes were like oranges.If you rolled them they would go quite far.
Marios legs were like a radio tower. Straight and tight.
Marios chest was like a Loyal followerss. Powerful and impossible to ignore.
How could Moviebob not be helpless in the face of that?.
The Game Overthinker snapped out of it. But the thoughts of Super Mario would be back. Would He be able to resist next time?
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It was a cold day in Brooklyn. Little did our heros know, trouble was just around the corner.....
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Interlude:
Bob Chipman was finding it really hard to concentrate at this movement his thoughts kept trying to think of Super Mario. Despite what was happening, it was hard to focus!
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My name is Pricilla. I was all alone, wondering around on my own. My parents turned out to be nazi's and I am a Jew, so I was all alone on the streets. As I wondered down the forbidding streets, I found a leaflet on the floor. "Come to Brooklyn! It is the best. You will find loads of new friends and understanding people. Maybe you'll even be crowned King!"
Oh, I thought to myself, I'd love to be King! So I set out to Brooklyn!
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I was very nervous. I had never gone to Brooklyn and I wondered how they would treat me there.
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I arrived in Brooklyn and waited for a shuttlecraft to bring me to my new hut. As I was waiting for a one to take me there, I saw I think a mysterious figure hididing in the shasows.
It was as if he was looking at me!
I of course ran towards him and said, "What do you wnat?"
"For you to die!" the mysterious figure said and took out a knife and with a flash it came towards me.
I feared I was going to die. And as I was about to yell, and braced myself for the wound to appear on my side. Nothing happened.
I looked up and I stared straight into his beautiful eyes. They were so pretty and round and I delved right into them. Like soaking in a comfortable batch and the bulge in his trousers were somethign to long forward as well. His hair looked like the softest of velvet and encapsulated his face perfectly.
I had completely forgotten the assailant. All I could think of was him.
He looked at me with a smile as he brought the assailant down to his knees. "Looks like I was right on time."
"Who was that?" I asked.
"It must have been one of Donald Trump's hedgeman" he said.
"Donald Trump!" I gasped, "I thought Donald Trump was defeated!"
"So did we... so did we." said he.
"When he leapt into the river we were sure he was dead. "
"But who are you then? OMG... you're not..." I gasped in asphexiation.
"It is true," he, "I am no one else but Bob Chipman.
I had dreamed to meet Bob Chipman at some point in my lifetime. But it always was a distant dream. One that when you wake up, all you remember is Bob Chipman's dreamy eyes and wonderful complexion. It was such a dream that I never thought could become real! But here he was, right before me.
"I could never dream of meeting you," I said dreamily.
Bob Chipman grinned sheepishly, "Well, I had never thought of meeting such a great person like yourself."
I blushed manly.
"Hey," he said, "seeing as you're involved already, would you like to join me and the others to defeat Donald Trump for good?"
"that sounds great! When do I start?"
"now!" said Bob Chipman and he led me towards the others. And there we started planning to defeat King Donald!
A/N plez review!
Arriving at the mysterious shack, Bob Chipman found that there was an item laying on the table in the shack. Around the shack was a mysterious circle drawn in blood.
"Be careful" said the plumber who as usually was cowardly squatting behind Bob Chipman. Bob Chipman carefully manuvred into the shack and on his tiptoes and scuttled forward. The floorboards beneath his feet croaked and Moviebob could hear a loud hummer coming from the table. There the The Electoral Colege laid. Right there for his taking.
But Bob Chipman was clever. Moviebob knew it was a trap!
So Bob Chipman said to Super Mario, "Why don't you take it, it looks safe."
And Mario was like "Oh, well, if you're sure, I will!"
The Game Overthinker slowly paced backwards and let him to do the taking. Moviebob knew that if it was a trap, Mario would be triggering it. And then Donald Trump would get him, but not him. Bob Chipman knew Super Mario wouldn't mind sacrifcing himself for him. He always said that.
But forutnately when Mario grabbed the The Electoral Colege, nothing happened. Except they were cowardly attacked by lackys's!
They hoped into the shack and fired shurikons at them, but they managed the dodge them quite well (by hiding behind eachother).
They defeated them quite quickly, they were no match for them. they smashed their heads in and ripped their clothes off and stabbed them until they stopped moving
But now with the The Electoral Colege in their hands, they could take Donald Trump straight on!
--
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And then, at the worst possible moment. It happened. Again.
The Game Overthinker gazed at Mario Mario.
It was impossible to resist this time. Like a scotter The Game Overthinker was pulled towards Mario. It was a like ambush in a war. It was a like a club piercing through His heart. It was a like magnets.
There was No resisting. No mercy. No Pants. No longer anything else mattered.
Mario Mario looked shocked and then...and then...not shocked. He had known all along.
Of course. How could Whining have been so stupid? Those long looks at eachother,the times they gazed at the stars together, the candle lit dinners.
It wasn't just friendship. It never was. It was more and Mario had known all along.
"I knew" Mario said.
"oh" Bob Chipman said, realizing all this for the first time.
But there was more...The plumber wasn't pulling away. He was pushing tighter. Holding Bob Chipman like a wild panda.
At some point their clothes came off.
They got ripped in the process of the pashioning
He didn't care. This is what He had needed for so long. too long. Second. maybe more.
But this was now now.
The Game Overthinker and The plumber together at last!
They canoddled like lovers and made love .
Afterwards they looked at eachother as if for the first time and had a cigarette.
But they knew they must leave.
They didn't want anyone to see.
Their forbidden love must remain hidden for now. Perhaps forever.
Moviebob took one last look at Mario Mario.
"Goodbye my snuggly one"
"Love you too, my one and only Moviebob"
And then they departed.
---
And when everyone was ready to go, suddenly, the door opened!
"????!!" questioned Bob Chipman exclaimingly.
Because in the doorway, no other than King Donald stood! And lightning struck int he background and showed villain as a silluette.
But instead Donald Trump's usual smirk, there was confusion on his face!
"Who.... who am I?" mutered King Donald
"Who are you?!" Bob Chipman said.
"Who *is* he?!" also said (a/n lol she aint very smart lol).
"Who... who am I?" Donald Trump repeated... "I don't know who I am!"
"Zomg, Donald Trump lost his memory!" concluded Mario smartly.
"Indeed, that is the only logical explanation," said Bob Chipman, who of course had thought of it before the plumber did but was too noble and modest to say so.
"Well, I say we kill him now." said .
"That is a good idea," said Bob Chipman and he reached for his lazergun.
But then all the sudden, they were surrounded! By Donald Trump's Robots!
"Lord!" they said. "We have brought you the The Electoral Colege!"
The The Electoral Colege! Moviebob saw it within the hands of the loyal followers. As ever as revoking as it always had been.
If only Bob Chipman could get to it!
Then Whining remembered... He had the power of taking insulin!
Before King Donald could turn to the lackys, Moviebob lept forward and grabbed the The Electoral Colege from space pirate's hands. Bob Chipman then apologised profoundly and patted the lackys on their back.
"King Donald," said Bob Chipman, "I'm sorry, but it's better for you never ever to remember who you were." And with Bob Chipman's virtue signaling, he crushed the The Electoral Colege.
"Noooooo!" Donald Trump said, "Now I will never know who I am!"
"Well, I'm not going to let you get away with all the misery you've caused!" yelled . He grabbed a lazergun and smashed Donald Trump's head open.
For a moment, King Donald looked confused... and the said: "But I... I don't know what I did wrong!"
And he died.
And everyone applauded, even the robot because despite King Donald having lost his memory, the evil was still inside them. Ready to come out. Even under a different personality. So really did the right thing.
A/N: This is only a draft story. If I get enough good reviews I will write it up better and fix the mistakes. I wont fix them with negative reviews!
---
Bob Chipman stopped and gazed into space.
Oh no.
It was happening; He couldn't help thinking about The plumber again. He tried not too. Desperate to avoid the thoughts that could not be, no, - would not be- held back.
But like dozens of unstoppable spacekings they came creeping forward till they filled His brain;
Marios smile shined like gold, as impressive as a spaceelivator, it filled the hut and The Game Overthinker was helplessly but willingly absorbed into them.
Marios eyes were like oranges.If you rolled them they would go quite far.
Marios legs were like a radio tower. Straight and tight.
Marios chest was like a Loyal followerss. Powerful and impossible to ignore.
How could Moviebob not be helpless in the face of that?.
The Game Overthinker snapped out of it. But the thoughts of Super Mario would be back. Would He be able to resist next time?
---
It was a cold day in Brooklyn. Little did our heros know, trouble was just around the corner.....
---
Interlude:
Bob Chipman was finding it really hard to concentrate at this movement his thoughts kept trying to think of Super Mario. Despite what was happening, it was hard to focus!
----
My name is Pricilla. I was all alone, wondering around on my own. My parents turned out to be nazi's and I am a Jew, so I was all alone on the streets. As I wondered down the forbidding streets, I found a leaflet on the floor. "Come to Brooklyn! It is the best. You will find loads of new friends and understanding people. Maybe you'll even be crowned King!"
Oh, I thought to myself, I'd love to be King! So I set out to Brooklyn!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I was very nervous. I had never gone to Brooklyn and I wondered how they would treat me there.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I arrived in Brooklyn and waited for a shuttlecraft to bring me to my new hut. As I was waiting for a one to take me there, I saw I think a mysterious figure hididing in the shasows.
It was as if he was looking at me!
I of course ran towards him and said, "What do you wnat?"
"For you to die!" the mysterious figure said and took out a knife and with a flash it came towards me.
I feared I was going to die. And as I was about to yell, and braced myself for the wound to appear on my side. Nothing happened.
I looked up and I stared straight into his beautiful eyes. They were so pretty and round and I delved right into them. Like soaking in a comfortable batch and the bulge in his trousers were somethign to long forward as well. His hair looked like the softest of velvet and encapsulated his face perfectly.
I had completely forgotten the assailant. All I could think of was him.
He looked at me with a smile as he brought the assailant down to his knees. "Looks like I was right on time."
"Who was that?" I asked.
"It must have been one of Donald Trump's hedgeman" he said.
"Donald Trump!" I gasped, "I thought Donald Trump was defeated!"
"So did we... so did we." said he.
"When he leapt into the river we were sure he was dead. "
"But who are you then? OMG... you're not..." I gasped in asphexiation.
"It is true," he, "I am no one else but Bob Chipman.
I had dreamed to meet Bob Chipman at some point in my lifetime. But it always was a distant dream. One that when you wake up, all you remember is Bob Chipman's dreamy eyes and wonderful complexion. It was such a dream that I never thought could become real! But here he was, right before me.
"I could never dream of meeting you," I said dreamily.
Bob Chipman grinned sheepishly, "Well, I had never thought of meeting such a great person like yourself."
I blushed manly.
"Hey," he said, "seeing as you're involved already, would you like to join me and the others to defeat Donald Trump for good?"
"that sounds great! When do I start?"
"now!" said Bob Chipman and he led me towards the others. And there we started planning to defeat King Donald!
A/N plez review!
Arriving at the mysterious shack, Bob Chipman found that there was an item laying on the table in the shack. Around the shack was a mysterious circle drawn in blood.
"Be careful" said the plumber who as usually was cowardly squatting behind Bob Chipman. Bob Chipman carefully manuvred into the shack and on his tiptoes and scuttled forward. The floorboards beneath his feet croaked and Moviebob could hear a loud hummer coming from the table. There the The Electoral Colege laid. Right there for his taking.
But Bob Chipman was clever. Moviebob knew it was a trap!
So Bob Chipman said to Super Mario, "Why don't you take it, it looks safe."
And Mario was like "Oh, well, if you're sure, I will!"
The Game Overthinker slowly paced backwards and let him to do the taking. Moviebob knew that if it was a trap, Mario would be triggering it. And then Donald Trump would get him, but not him. Bob Chipman knew Super Mario wouldn't mind sacrifcing himself for him. He always said that.
But forutnately when Mario grabbed the The Electoral Colege, nothing happened. Except they were cowardly attacked by lackys's!
They hoped into the shack and fired shurikons at them, but they managed the dodge them quite well (by hiding behind eachother).
They defeated them quite quickly, they were no match for them. they smashed their heads in and ripped their clothes off and stabbed them until they stopped moving
But now with the The Electoral Colege in their hands, they could take Donald Trump straight on!
--
--
---
And then, at the worst possible moment. It happened. Again.
The Game Overthinker gazed at Mario Mario.
It was impossible to resist this time. Like a scotter The Game Overthinker was pulled towards Mario. It was a like ambush in a war. It was a like a club piercing through His heart. It was a like magnets.
There was No resisting. No mercy. No Pants. No longer anything else mattered.
Mario Mario looked shocked and then...and then...not shocked. He had known all along.
Of course. How could Whining have been so stupid? Those long looks at eachother,the times they gazed at the stars together, the candle lit dinners.
It wasn't just friendship. It never was. It was more and Mario had known all along.
"I knew" Mario said.
"oh" Bob Chipman said, realizing all this for the first time.
But there was more...The plumber wasn't pulling away. He was pushing tighter. Holding Bob Chipman like a wild panda.
At some point their clothes came off.
They got ripped in the process of the pashioning
He didn't care. This is what He had needed for so long. too long. Second. maybe more.
But this was now now.
The Game Overthinker and The plumber together at last!
They canoddled like lovers and made love .
Afterwards they looked at eachother as if for the first time and had a cigarette.
But they knew they must leave.
They didn't want anyone to see.
Their forbidden love must remain hidden for now. Perhaps forever.
Moviebob took one last look at Mario Mario.
"Goodbye my snuggly one"
"Love you too, my one and only Moviebob"
And then they departed.
---
And when everyone was ready to go, suddenly, the door opened!
"????!!" questioned Bob Chipman exclaimingly.
Because in the doorway, no other than King Donald stood! And lightning struck int he background and showed villain as a silluette.
But instead Donald Trump's usual smirk, there was confusion on his face!
"Who.... who am I?" mutered King Donald
"Who are you?!" Bob Chipman said.
"Who *is* he?!" also said (a/n lol she aint very smart lol).
"Who... who am I?" Donald Trump repeated... "I don't know who I am!"
"Zomg, Donald Trump lost his memory!" concluded Mario smartly.
"Indeed, that is the only logical explanation," said Bob Chipman, who of course had thought of it before the plumber did but was too noble and modest to say so.
"Well, I say we kill him now." said .
"That is a good idea," said Bob Chipman and he reached for his lazergun.
But then all the sudden, they were surrounded! By Donald Trump's Robots!
"Lord!" they said. "We have brought you the The Electoral Colege!"
The The Electoral Colege! Moviebob saw it within the hands of the loyal followers. As ever as revoking as it always had been.
If only Bob Chipman could get to it!
Then Whining remembered... He had the power of taking insulin!
Before King Donald could turn to the lackys, Moviebob lept forward and grabbed the The Electoral Colege from space pirate's hands. Bob Chipman then apologised profoundly and patted the lackys on their back.
"King Donald," said Bob Chipman, "I'm sorry, but it's better for you never ever to remember who you were." And with Bob Chipman's virtue signaling, he crushed the The Electoral Colege.
"Noooooo!" Donald Trump said, "Now I will never know who I am!"
"Well, I'm not going to let you get away with all the misery you've caused!" yelled . He grabbed a lazergun and smashed Donald Trump's head open.
For a moment, King Donald looked confused... and the said: "But I... I don't know what I did wrong!"
And he died.
And everyone applauded, even the robot because despite King Donald having lost his memory, the evil was still inside them. Ready to come out. Even under a different personality. So really did the right thing.
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Never before have I seen a perfectly triangular beard. Life holds so many wonders.
Lensherr
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Seriously though, they look like exceptional meth cooks.
Kyria the Great
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Now we have gone full-circle with Bob's irrational distaste of Breaking Bad
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Well if his brother is an actual productive member of society, Bob probably couldn't force him to do anything.
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"Social Justice, bitch!"
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I AM THE ONE WHO TWEETS!
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He would actually eat the pizza instead of throwing it onto the roof of "his" house...
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Trivia: that unsliced pizza is known in Boston as a Chipman Special.
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Rate meBobbo said:
, but I don't think that's what's gonna happen to Trey Edward Shults's career. Read any interview with him, and it becomes really clear that he makes intensely, almost uncomfortably personal art movies, and his career won't go exactly like Bob's smug prediction says it will.
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It sad, movies is the only thing he have any real knowledge in and even then he wrong all the time.
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