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The Hell Girls - Jesus tells a story about one of his favorite missions
Jesus finished his glass of Whiskey.
On the Rocks.
"Anyway, here's a story about my Women."
"The helicopter roared above the gingerbread house, its blades slicing through the saccharine air. Within its metal belly, the Hell Girls prepared to descend upon the unsuspecting witch. Hellsha, the fiery leader, ran her fingers along the worn handle of her Hell Pistol, the flames of her ponytail dancing in the dim light. Killsha, the impulsive blonde, bounced on the balls of her feet, her combat boots thudding rhythmically against the floor. Eyesha, the bubbly pizza lover, checked and double-checked her ammo, her pigtails bobbing with each movement. Millie, the stoic brawler, cracked her knuckles, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Remember, girls," Hellsha's voice rang clear over the din of the chopper, "we're here on a mission from Jesus himself. This witch has been spreading her wickedness for far too long, and it's our duty to put an end to it."
The girls nodded in unison, their faces grim with determination. As the helicopter hovered above the candy-coated rooftop, the Hell Girls took a running leap, their bodies plummeting towards their target. They landed with a resounding thud, their Hell Pistols drawn and ready.
"Run, run as fast as you can, you can't catch me I'm the Gingerbread man!" A voice echoed from the depths of the house.
Eyesha, her trigger finger twitching, instinctively fired a shot. A gingerbread man, running for his life, crumbled into a pile of crumbs.
"Oops," Eyesha giggled nervously.
Hellsha, shaking her head, gestured for the girls to follow. They moved through the house, a whirlwind of leather and fishnets, their Hell Pistols blazing. Witches, warlocks, and various creatures of the night fell before their righteous fury. The air filled with the smell of burnt gingerbread and sulfur.
With the final witch vanquished, the Hell Girls emerged from the house, their mission complete. Hellsha, her eyes shining with divine light, turned to the heavens and blew a kiss towards the silhouette of Jesus watching over them.
And as the dawn broke over the gingerbread wreckage, the Hell Girls climbed back into their helicopter, their laughter echoing through the air as they ascended towards the heavens, ready for their next assignment from the Lord."
Jesus pours another glass of Whiskey.
On the Rocks.
"Yeah, those are my women. Minus the Tomb Raider."
© GreenShamanCowboy
On the Rocks.
"Anyway, here's a story about my Women."
"The helicopter roared above the gingerbread house, its blades slicing through the saccharine air. Within its metal belly, the Hell Girls prepared to descend upon the unsuspecting witch. Hellsha, the fiery leader, ran her fingers along the worn handle of her Hell Pistol, the flames of her ponytail dancing in the dim light. Killsha, the impulsive blonde, bounced on the balls of her feet, her combat boots thudding rhythmically against the floor. Eyesha, the bubbly pizza lover, checked and double-checked her ammo, her pigtails bobbing with each movement. Millie, the stoic brawler, cracked her knuckles, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Remember, girls," Hellsha's voice rang clear over the din of the chopper, "we're here on a mission from Jesus himself. This witch has been spreading her wickedness for far too long, and it's our duty to put an end to it."
The girls nodded in unison, their faces grim with determination. As the helicopter hovered above the candy-coated rooftop, the Hell Girls took a running leap, their bodies plummeting towards their target. They landed with a resounding thud, their Hell Pistols drawn and ready.
"Run, run as fast as you can, you can't catch me I'm the Gingerbread man!" A voice echoed from the depths of the house.
Eyesha, her trigger finger twitching, instinctively fired a shot. A gingerbread man, running for his life, crumbled into a pile of crumbs.
"Oops," Eyesha giggled nervously.
Hellsha, shaking her head, gestured for the girls to follow. They moved through the house, a whirlwind of leather and fishnets, their Hell Pistols blazing. Witches, warlocks, and various creatures of the night fell before their righteous fury. The air filled with the smell of burnt gingerbread and sulfur.
With the final witch vanquished, the Hell Girls emerged from the house, their mission complete. Hellsha, her eyes shining with divine light, turned to the heavens and blew a kiss towards the silhouette of Jesus watching over them.
And as the dawn broke over the gingerbread wreckage, the Hell Girls climbed back into their helicopter, their laughter echoing through the air as they ascended towards the heavens, ready for their next assignment from the Lord."
Jesus pours another glass of Whiskey.
On the Rocks.
"Yeah, those are my women. Minus the Tomb Raider."
© GreenShamanCowboy
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