Luther was a badass motherfucker. He took those bitches for the run of their lives. This one time, he did a mother fucking back flip, then kicked the shit out of this damn Ramon Catholic ninja who had come to assassinate. It seemed like an impossible maneuver to pull off, but he did it. The ninja was lying on the ground, screeching in pain that only a true ninja can feel: The pain of defeat.
For, you see, ninjas are so honourable that the slightest scratch is a defeat. But this was no scratch. This was a mother fucking back flip jump kick to the face. The ninja had a bloody nose… or… he would have, if he still had a nose. The kick had torn it shear clean, and Luther was just standing there, prepared to give the best one-liner of all time, “Thesis ninety-six, Thou shalt get thee ass kicked, BITCH!”
Then the ninja crawled off, ashamed in his own defeat. But as he did so, Luther stepped on his shuddering foot, and kept him in place. She shivered and trembled, before turning around and looking Luther in the eyes, Luther’s cold hard eyes. The stare was enough, and the ninja exploded. His brain could not handle all of the religious theories that Luther was shooting into it.
These were theories so radical, that it changed the whole world. As much as he was trying to bring Christianity back to what it had once been, back in the days of Christ, he was doing it with style. He was kicking some fucking ass.
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