Three down, Ten to go

Yes, literature is over and done with, but that's not gonna stop me from posting more crackfics. As they say, parody is flattery disguised as humour. Unfortunately that doesn't apply to me because Galvea's Law defies everything.

The Champion Bullfighter on Crack

Mamat: w00t!! I won! Muhahahahaha!!
Jusoh: Dad! Someone shot Uncle Lazim!!
Uncle Lazim: Ouch. I'm shot. I have one measly line of dialogue in the entire story and now I'm dead. This sucks.
Minah: OMG t3h Lazim is dead!
Mamat: What you say?! Curses!! They shall die like dogs!
Random village people: Like dogs!!
Random village dog: I resent that.
Mamat: ZOMG! Bullfighting is just like politics!
Chalet: Word.

The End

Okay, that was short. Then again, that's pretty much the whole story. Go figure.