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Bird


He was flying slowly towards the green tubes. The city scape in the backround gave him hope for another life. The clouds were hovering just above the city mad from the weed; it was just legalized. Flappy was his name and he was a vilgilante escaping from his previous life of crime and drugs. In the near future T-1000's attack his city of San Fransico and now he's on a journey to find Flappy Connor and resuce San Fransico from near destruction. Flappy couldn't deal witht the pressure of trying to survive the Apocolypse from the T-1000's. 25 years earlier, " Flappy Connor come here now." " What Mr. Perkins, what can i help you with." said, Flappy connor. " Why is this coffee brown?" " Because sir its coffee and you wanted 2 shots of expresso."

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