Dudebro waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were dawgs up in this bitch. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Chicken were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
Dudebro was a bro dude for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the frat boys and he said to dad "I want to be a bro daddy."
Dad said "No! Your shit will BE FUCKED UP"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the straight-up dawg time he knew there were dawgs.
"This is Chicken" the radio crackered. "You must fight the dawgs!"
So Dudebro gotted his brotgun and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO SHOOT/SLICE US" said the dawgs
"I will shoot/slice at him II" said the pothead and he fired the explosive pots. Dudebro plasmaed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the dawgs" he shouted
The radio said "No, Dudebro. You are the dawg"
And then Dudebro was a ho.