I gave a hardcore motivational speech to Supre Man.
At least I think I did.
I an for soone who says a joke in every third sentence, this is a big achievent for .
Right now, I feel like that one ti when I motivated a man to run instead of sitting on his chair all day. But I was arrested right after that. Apparently, motivating disabled people to run is a cri.
Nevertheless, the Supre Man wasn’t disabled. He was a God. Not the best kind but he was a God anyway. And all I told him to stop acting like soone else and be yourself.
And now I am waiting for his response. Which was:
"Whose lines did you steal?"
Motherfuc—
"I stole no lines. All of that was original!"
"No way you ca up with all that. You definitely heard it from a guy from your insta feed who tries to sell courses after giving such speeches."
"I am that Guy! I used to sell my courses this way."
"You did? What type of courses? What you shouldn’t do in your life?"
"No. It was How to be a God even if you are bald, fat and short?"
"Did you just make fun of ?"
"You started. So I returned the favor. Two can play that ga."
"Angh. Forget it. Tell what do you want to do now? My people don’t like . My true self got exposed. You lost your skills. Your chest is open like a prostitute’s schedule. Malthus is out for my blood. He made fly with just one punch. Everything is going downhill from here!"
"Yes. I know. That’s why you have to listen to . When everything has gone down, the only way left to go is up."
"What’s that supposed to an?!"
"I don’t know it myself but I am sure I said sothing profound."
"Don’t joke right now! He is right in front of !"
"Calm down, first. Believe in yourself. The people don’t like you. So be it. No one liked on earth too. But I still carried on doing cody till I died. That’s what you have to do as well. As long as you can make a fist, you can jerk off—Fight. I an Fight! You are a God! You are the Supre Man! You can be anything but scared. Fight like the God you are for fucks sake!"
I ended up saying another speech and this ti, I think it worked.
The Supre Man went silent as he gazed at his fists.
He opened and closed them repeatedly and then shot a glare at Malthus.
"As long as I can make a fist, I can fight. This was what I needed to hear. You people hate , right? Fine. If that’s the case then I will make sure you all lost your bet on Malthus. This red bitch is going to die today. That’s my declaration as the God of this world."
"Yeah! That’s what I was talking about. Show them who’s the real daddy. Kill him, Supre Man."
"Yeah, Racis. I will kill him. But I am not sure about the daddy part. How can I show them who’s the real daddy? I don’t have everyone’s DNA report with ."
"... Forget that part. You just fight."
"Yes. That I will do."
The Supre Man took a stance.
He leaned, with his fist in front of his face.
Malthus was in front of him and his face told that he was about to burst in annoyance again but when he saw that the God was serious once more, he smiled.
"I hope you act like this till the end of the fight, God."
Malthus took the sa stance as the Supre Man.
The Supre Man gave him no reply. He was at the Malthus’ chest level, just at the perfect height where he could pinch Malthus’ nipples.
But since the red man’s nipples were smaller than a chihuahua’s dick, the Supre Man wouldn’t be able to pinch them.
Nevertheless, the God would fight. His wife and children must be watching him from the sky... Wait.. they won’t be watching him. He just tried to trade them off for his shoes.
But fuck his family. I am watching him. He will fight for . He will make proud.
"Start the fight, God. Or I will." Malthus said.
The Supre Man smiled. "It’s already begun."
WHISH!
The Supre Man vanished from his spot.
He arrived behind Malthus.
Malthus turned around instantly but just as he was turning around, his face t with a fiery punch of the Supre Man.
I saw Malthus’ face flaring like he was in a high speed car, like he was in the front seat of a spaceship travelling at light speed, like he was being ridden by an Orc in an hentai.
The punch made Malthus crash into the mountain but the punch wasn’t strong enough to make Malthus go past the mountain by making a hole through it.
Nevertheless, the Supre Man was fighting like his life depended on it, so he didn’t stop.
He launched himself at Malthus again who was still recovering from that punch.
The Supre Man reached in front of the red Demon and punched him in the face again. On the sa spot as before.
The mountain trembled and the Supre Man didn’t stop.
He knew a few punches won’t be enough for him to win the fight, he needed absolute demolition of Malthus if he wanted to win this.
So, he did just that.
With both hands, the Supre Man went Asura mode.
He landed punch after punch on Malthus and each blow shook the ground and the prideful, tall mountain.
The mountain was nad Bulge and it looked exactly like my crotch area when I do no-fap for one whole... hour.
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
The sound of punches rang around the battlefield as everyone saw drops of blood flying around.
The Supre Man’s fists were bloodied like the tampon I used to steal from the Won’s hostel at night, but the God wasn’t stopping.
And seeing the determined and rageful face of that Being, I swear, I swear on my remaining life...
The Supre Man, the God Of Moral has finally arrived.
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