User blog:PredatorFan/Tecknife The Terrible

Tecknife The Terrible here. My plans to defeat Teslaman and Scrawbin are looking pretty successful so far, HOWEVER, I have not attempted one of them yet. I shall use the latest technology of weapons from useless BB guns to Kim Jong Un's nukes. My fellow masks will produce those things in no time with my speedy warehouse machines. You wanna know the pattern of me, I have a back story...

So it all started off when I left home at the age of twenty. I didn't want to go, but my mother abused me to get out of that house. I remember her last quote to me, "Find a box!" *slams door*. Oh, I was heartbroken. So depressed that I was now a homeless person looking for a job and somewhere to live. I became a begger, with a cup in my hand waiting for a few cents to drop by. But... THAT FAILED! Not one son of a b*tch put a coin in there and was bothered to help a hobo like me recover from this loss. So I got angry. Very angry in fact. I broke into a tool store, with an elevator leading into the store underground. Instantly, the guy in the store, put his hands up looking frightened and all the customers ran away. I shot the man with a gun on sale, right on the forehead, sending him to the ground, dead. I buried his body in a pit of flames, but then I heard the sirens! There was a powerful laser machine near the entrance. I turned it on as it shot out strong flashes of laser beams, one came out every 0.1 seconds. "Freeze!" *Boom*. The copper tried getting me, but he didn't realize the hazard facing him. Bingo! I was free, no one could touch me! I could live off anything without someone shooting me, with a comfy pair of ear muffs for overcoming the screeches of the laser.

After eight days of attempting to catch me, every single person gave up. I woke up one morning and no one was at the door. I turned the laser off. No one came or noticed. Now it was time to advertize. I stuck up a bill board to the public who hadn't grasped the previous situation. The bill board said, "Help me found the weapon warehouse and create future technology." Masks came along and got on with me just fine. I took the dead mans money and we sold the weapons to other villains. And where does all that money go... IN MY POCKET OF COURSE! I'm the richest bong to live! These masks tell me what a douchebag this "Tes and Scraw" are. Let's get em' then. WE HAVE EVERYTHING, ENOUGH MONEY TO PAY FOR FUTURE EQUIPMENT AS WELL! *Evil laugh, evil laugh, evil laugh*.