Matrix 8 - The end of an error era.

Last time Mr. Adamson and Mr. R were on their way to see father architech. When they finally arrived the rich man is also sitting at the kitchen table.

"Mr. Architech, we need your help" says Mr. Adamson "Mr. R is going to have his home 'renovated' and he needs somwhere to stay"
"Can't he stay with you Mr. Adamson?" was his response.
"No he can't I only have the one room" states Mr. Adamson
"You have a double bed, in that room. I should know I sold it to you." Says Father Architech.
"He's not staying in my bed!" Shouts Mr. Adamson
"Why doesn't he stay in Richie's 18 bedroom mansion?" asks Father Architech.

"I don't have 18 bedrooms. I have 16 bedrooms with 12 of them en-suite" Shouts Richie
"Well put it on the list then." Was Father Architech's response, as Richie then gets out a medium sized book full of random objects.
"He can stay there anyway" Richie says in a deep depressed tone.

Hours later Mr. Adamson was wondering arround town looking for baddies to beat up, as he has now become the vigilante of the town. When he spotted the biggest baddieof them all. Agent M. Mr. Adamson walked up to the agent and said:

"Are you in drag, or have you had a sex change?"
"Thats it Mr. Adamson, I have had it with you and your cocky remarks"
Agent M. then slowly lifts it's hands in the air then drops them quickly. Rain then starts to fall.
"Oh Shit agent M. this Matrix^(tm) cape says dry clean only on the label, and you made it rain! If it shrinks I'll hold you responsible!"

Now both agent M. and Mr. Adamson are fully enraged and are prepared to fight to the death. After a few seconds of building up the tension agent M. says:
"Mr. Adamson, for the past year on different occasions you have pissed me off abd yet you still refuse to appologise. Why do you do it Mr. Adamson? Why?!"
"Because I hate your guts!"

They now both run towards each other. Both stepping in the newly formed puddles as they run causing splashes. When they meet Mr. Adamson delivers to agent M. a huge punch knocking agent M. to the ground. Mr. Adamson appears to have the upper hand and starts to grin. When he starts to say somthing agent M. kicks him in the bollocks. Mr. Adamson curls to try and protect his balls, as he does so agent M. punches him in the stomach on his way down. Mr. Adamson has now been winded, and he is still in pain, now trying to hold both his stomach and his balls he is curling over whilst standing up.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, Mr. Adamson I knew you were never a worthy oponent. You usless scumbag" geers agent M.

With his last ounce of strength Mr. Adamson barges into agent M. clattering their heads together. Mr. Adamson is now unconsious from the attach and is lying on his back, with agent m. still relitively unhurt.

In a dirty fighting move agent M. stamps on Mr. Adamsons stomach, kicks him in the head and the chest. Mr. Adamson is now bleeding with his blood running into the gutter with the rain.

With the future of Mr. Adamson now looking to be certain death, agent M. walks off and starts a reign of terror, consisting of robbing stealing cars and running over people, killing, setting things on fire, spitting in peoples faces, shitting in nappies and throwing them round, painting car windscreens, farting and burping in peoples faces and on the radio.

Is this the end of the matrix as we know it? will anybody be able to stop agent M.? Can Mr. Adamson survive? Will agent M. be taught a lesson for dirty fighting? Who knows?

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