Meh meets Object P2(ChatGPT generated)
As Meh and Eh sprinted through the neon-lit streets of Mehville, the ground began to tremble. Skyscrapers flickered like dying lightbulbs, and the giant holographic duck that usually danced above City Hall now displayed one word in glitchy red text:
ONJECT.
Eh gasped. “No. Not him.”
Meh blinked. “Wait—you know Onject?”
Before Eh could answer, the street in front of them exploded. Out of the rubble hovered a box-shaped being — eyes glowing, corners sharp, and body emitting ominous dubstep bass. It was Onject, and this time, he looked corrupted.
“HELLO... TRAITORS,” boomed his voice, distorted like a cursed YouTube remix.
Meh stepped forward. “Yo, you’re supposed to be the good guy!”
“I WAS,” Onject glitched, “UNTIL YOU FED ME DIARRHEA CEREAL FROM DIMENSION FLATULON.”
Eh facepalmed. “You really need to stop eating cursed breakfast, Meh.”
But Onject wasn't alone.
From the shadows emerged the villain: Dr. Blümp, the Flatulent Overlord of Downtown. Cloaked in a cape made entirely of toilet paper and wielding the mighty Plunger Staff, he cackled.
“With Onject under my control, nothing will stop me from turning this city into a giant whoopee cushion!”
Meh looked at Eh.
Eh looked at Meh.
Both nodded. It was time.
Meh pulled out his secret weapon — the Fart Saber 3000, powered by taco energy.
Eh activated his Bubble Shield, formed from years of emotional damage and dish soap.
The battle had begun.
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