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17th November 2020, 05:36 PM
I wanna write a story because I was ~inspired~.
Dmitri pulled a picture out of his wallet. "This is the proof I have. The AMERICAN moon landing was fake, meaning Russia is superior to American and won the great space race!" he said in his Russian accent. He smirked as he handed the picture to Dave, an American exchange student.
Dave studied the picture closely, he had heard these arguments before about people claiming the moon landing to be fake with all their so called evidence being in the background of the image. At first, Dave didn't understand how this could provide any more proof about the moon landing being fake. He really wanted to believe this Russian guy. He had always idolized Russia, mostly because of the Russian accent. Dave held the picture five inches away from his eyes and studied it really hard. What was so off about this picture?
Dave pondered what was wrong with the picture for a solid 10 minutes. Dmitri standing by with a smirk on his face the whole time. Then Dave saw it!
"HOOOOLY COW!" Dave proclaimed, finally noticing the pig. The pig wasn't wearing a space suit, meaning the moon landing was more fake than his mother's "I Can't Believe it's Not Butter!" container. Dave's whole perspective on life was changing, all because of this picture. How could he ever return to America now knowing that he had been lied to all his life?
Dmitri could see that Dave had been successfully brainwashed. "Now, how would you like to be an undercover operative for us?" he asked, placing his arm around Dave's shoulder.
"I would like that very much," Dave replied in his southern drawl, nodding slightly. Together, they started to walking off to the Kremlin to start Dave's training.
'Perfect, Vladimir will be pleased,' Dmitri thought, still wearing his trademark smirk.
Dmitri pulled a picture out of his wallet. "This is the proof I have. The AMERICAN moon landing was fake, meaning Russia is superior to American and won the great space race!" he said in his Russian accent. He smirked as he handed the picture to Dave, an American exchange student.
Dave studied the picture closely, he had heard these arguments before about people claiming the moon landing to be fake with all their so called evidence being in the background of the image. At first, Dave didn't understand how this could provide any more proof about the moon landing being fake. He really wanted to believe this Russian guy. He had always idolized Russia, mostly because of the Russian accent. Dave held the picture five inches away from his eyes and studied it really hard. What was so off about this picture?
Dave pondered what was wrong with the picture for a solid 10 minutes. Dmitri standing by with a smirk on his face the whole time. Then Dave saw it!
"HOOOOLY COW!" Dave proclaimed, finally noticing the pig. The pig wasn't wearing a space suit, meaning the moon landing was more fake than his mother's "I Can't Believe it's Not Butter!" container. Dave's whole perspective on life was changing, all because of this picture. How could he ever return to America now knowing that he had been lied to all his life?
Dmitri could see that Dave had been successfully brainwashed. "Now, how would you like to be an undercover operative for us?" he asked, placing his arm around Dave's shoulder.
"I would like that very much," Dave replied in his southern drawl, nodding slightly. Together, they started to walking off to the Kremlin to start Dave's training.
'Perfect, Vladimir will be pleased,' Dmitri thought, still wearing his trademark smirk.
