I recieved word that WIlliam Regal was warning everyone of my return. One day, I saw him walking down the street merrily, with his left hand behind his back, his right hand clutched in front of his chest, with his chin up in the air, thinking his warning was going to be effective. My brother, Diarreadust, and I were in Hagen-Daaz, and I was enjoying a poop cone.(and of course, Diarreadust was having a thick diarrea milkshake!)Anyways, as I spotted Mr. Regal I began to grtt my teeth and growl, but I didn;t want to attack yet (because I like to analyse my diarrea victims before they attack!)But of course, my literal poop-for-brains brother started to bark and ripped off his clothers as he put his underwear over his head and dumped the shake on top of it. Lucky for me that I had just eaten supreme mexican diarrea, and I had a hot load in my rear, in which, like a rocket in the sky, bolted into Diarreadust's head, knocking him out with a big poop-smear on his head. As you know, we are wanted my the police. Detective Brown walked by and saw a huge pile of poop on the ground (which was my brother of course). So, of course, I had to make up a lie that I had a dinosaur amount of diarrea, and I would clean it up immediately. Expecting that he would leave, I began licking, but when I looked up he was still staring at me. He shook his head and walked away. Ok, enough getting off topic. We followed William to his house. We decided to creep into his bathroom window (he would be stuck there later for quite some time). As he marched into bathroom, with that same expression he wore on the streetm we crept up to his computer. Now, William lives alone, and there were many strange things lying on the floor. (Dildos, lipstick, bras, thongs, ect). I asked Diarreadust if the coast was clear. Diarreadust reported that William was making numerous constapation noises, stomping on the floor, and screaming "Why Me!!!??. In other words, he was in for a long day. As I was on Regal's computer, I erased his buddylist, and copied it onto mine. Then, Diarreadust, laid some hot, boiling diarrea in his hard drive. The computer was in such bad shape it almost looked like it was sad. It was completely demolished and cracked, because of the impact of Diarreadust's diarrea. We heard the toilet having a relief, being flushed, and we heard footsteps. As a token of my former friendship with William, I noticed it was 2:59, almost teatime. To add some more flavor to Regal's cup of joe, I forcefully shat a bit of my intestines into his tea. As we left his residence, we hid behind a plant. We then heard a sudden shiek, followed by wailing and bawling, as Regal kicked the front door down, holding his demolshed computer, with black shit all over his mouth. A week later it was reported that Regal had a terminal stomach cancer, which causes him to do diarrea every day. He was such a fine and proper English gentleman; always having impeccable manners, always having teatime at 3:00, but his computer got the better of him. hehe William fondly discusses his computer. William seems troubled....perhaps he realizes that his that his computer has been threatened. He was very proud of his computer, here he is seen bringing it food with a cocky expression on his face.... The food is his diarrea. He seems to be distracted during a match with Rob Van Butt. His penis must remind him of his computer.
