Hiccup L. Jackson 2: Spinebreaking Kickapow [action]
[Wolves rain down from the sky. The wolves are made of chainsaws and diamonds. They howl at Jupiter's twelfth moon, crying out in bloodlust for the flesh of the man-eating bears. With claws made of venomous shark teeth, they prepare to set out on their quest for the bloody muscle tissue of the brutal, carnivorous forest creatures that they so crave.
But they are stopped by one man. A man with so much fortitude, stamina, and courage that all his qualities have been distilled into their purest form and contained, at an impossibly high pressure, in the form of a small, gangly boy, whose body chemistry threatens to explode explosively at any moment.
This, my friends, is Hiccup L. Jackson.
This is a force not to be trifled with.
This is a force so commanding, so infiltrative, that the mere thought of it can cause bladders to empty uncontrollably.
This is a force of unstoppable nature and impossible capabilities so numerous, that the googolplex cowers quietly in the corner in its presence.
This is a force that, with a single glance, can stare into your mind and soul so deeply, so penetratively, that the back of your skull will have a small hole burnt into it.
And this is the force that has currently trapped you on a small island in a sea of butcher knives surrounded by vicious chainsaw wolves so, uh, good luck escaping that.]
Guess who's back, motherfuckers.
But they are stopped by one man. A man with so much fortitude, stamina, and courage that all his qualities have been distilled into their purest form and contained, at an impossibly high pressure, in the form of a small, gangly boy, whose body chemistry threatens to explode explosively at any moment.
This, my friends, is Hiccup L. Jackson.
This is a force not to be trifled with.
This is a force so commanding, so infiltrative, that the mere thought of it can cause bladders to empty uncontrollably.
This is a force of unstoppable nature and impossible capabilities so numerous, that the googolplex cowers quietly in the corner in its presence.
This is a force that, with a single glance, can stare into your mind and soul so deeply, so penetratively, that the back of your skull will have a small hole burnt into it.
And this is the force that has currently trapped you on a small island in a sea of butcher knives surrounded by vicious chainsaw wolves so, uh, good luck escaping that.]
Guess who's back, motherfuckers.