AND THEN THE SCREEN FADES TO BLACK, LEAVING CLIFF HANGER FOR PART II
The screen fades, leaving the cliff hanger. Unfortunately, Loud Whispers 2 was never made. Angry fans swarm you on the golf course, demanding a conclusion.
Rub my palms together fast enough to ignite them. Cauterize my finger stumps.
Your palms catch alight, giving you slight burns. Your fingers stop bleeding, though.
Come back to life as the shamwow guy and slapchop someone in the FACE!
You make some fine double chin salsa. Out of your own face. Oops.
Kung-Fu fight with Caerwyn. Give a generic Kung-Fu movie Main Character speech about how he betrayed my teacher or something like that.
All you can muster up is a semi-fierce YAAAAAAAH! You go into postion for the fight. But that's it. Caerwyn doesn't even seem interested.
NO THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT, BUT I WILL MAKE DO!
BECOME EPIC BLUE GARLIC OF LEGEND, SLAY ALL VAMPIRES IN THE WORLD WITH MY NOXIOUS GASES!
Ok, now you're a green tomato. I've had enough of that silly Garlic crap.
become an elf. hug some non-exsistant trees
You become another Orc, and begin hugging some very existant golfers. They don't take kindly to mythical creatures hugging them...
LEAVE COUNTRY CLUB/WHATEVER IT IS. BUY A M911, COME BACK.
You leave the country club in Canada and buy an M911, but come back to find no-one. Oops, you're in a Country club in the US now. Nebraska, to be exact.
Give a poodle a hicky.
Eww no. Here have some angry Pit Bulls instead. Do what you want with them.
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