At the first stop on the road, was a gas station named 'Texaco' an early gas station in the Texas desert. Skipper pulled over, and hopped out the Eleanor, he then slammed in his quarters into the machine, and put on the pump, it started to inject fuel. 'Hey Marlene, this car ain't got no AC, anything wrong with her?' asked Skipper. 'I dunno, آپ کہا it never worked there,' کہا Marlene. 'Hmm.... Smuggling fake stolen money ain't workful either? Isn't it Marlene?!' asked Skipper, pulling out the gas pipe and setting it back on the stool. Hmmm.... High cloudies in the sky means there will be the rains...' کہا Marlene, peering at the darkening clouds nearby. 'I ain't gonna ride in no damn rain, we gotta find some motel and stay till the rain's over,' کہا Skipper, slamming the door to the car and driving off down the highway. The hot sun burned the Eleanor with hot rays, but the wind blowing on the Eleanor while driving, made sure Skipper and Marlene. 'Gotta drive faster, this rain is gonna grow into a downpour real soon,' کہا Marlene. 'This road can only let me go 55 mph out here, so I can't go faster!!' yelled Skipper, slamming the accelerator.
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Skipper looked in the map, ANYWHERE, could be a good place to stay besides out here. He found nothing, no tourism anywhere in the east Texas swamps. He thought he'd lost hope until, he saw the sign. It was a gold-yellow neon sign, very tall one reading: 'Bates Motel', it looked very calm to Marlene, she had always found neon signs alluring. 'This place looks good Skippy, I mean, look at the sign!! There's even a vacancy, see?' asked Marlene pointing to a 'Vacancy' sign highlighted in neon light. 'I dunno, looks suspicious to me, I mean, where's all the parked cars?' asked Skipper. 'I bet it's a unpopular motel, but it will do, better than the rain alright,' کہا Marlene, shaking off her wet فر, سمور and opening an umbrella. 'Oh fine, I'll go, but I'll watch out for my butt out here,' replied Skipper. They then entered the small, two-story, building and shut the lobby door. 'This place looks abandoned, hello?' asked Marlene, ringing the ڈیسک bell. Then, they heard a British female shout in the upper level. 'Private!! Go get the bell!! It's probably the telly manager we called four years ago!!' yelled the female voice. 'Alright mum, lemme get to him,' کہا a male brittish voice. Soon, a small, plump, پینگوئن, پیںگان waddled downstairs to the desk, very tentatively taking steps, left, right, left, right, until he came to view.
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'Ello!! My name is Private Bates!! But- You're no TV managers, you're guests!! Our first ones since the highway was built in '65. How can I help آپ two?' asked Private. 'Mr. Bates, may I ask, who was that upstairs?' asked Skipper. 'My mum, she's very naggy isn't she? A little tater tot to me,' sighed Private. 'May I see her? She might need young lady's advice,' کہا Marlene. 'Ermmm... NO!! Wait, she's not fond of strangers, she doesn't like them much, it's why I don't get guests often, and I'm ashamed of it indeed....' کہا Private shyly. 'No worries little guy, in fact, آپ look a little cutely plump yourself,' کہا Marlene, winking at him. 'Really? I'm cute? Hahahaha... I'M CUTE!! ارے MUM!! KISS MY RUMP!!! I'm cute!!!' کہا Private giggling, and jumping around and clicking his heels. 'This guy's a loon, Marlene...' whispered Skipper. 'We can't leave him, we're his first guests in four years!! It'll break his heart,' replied Marlene. 'Oh, I'm so sorry about that, here's your room keys my new guests... I'M CUTE!!' yelled Private again, blushing and jumping around. Then Marlene grabbed the keys and headed to the room she was given, with Skipper.
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When Marlene began un-packing, she looked at her black lips in the mirror, they were smeared a bit, possibly from Private slamming down the keys to the ڈیسک so hard. She then took her black lipstick, and applied it to her lips. In the meanwhile, she felt as if someone was watching, but then she shook it off and headed to sleep, she had the bed, Skipper had the hard, cold, lumpy, floor. Afterward, Skipper couldn't sleep, he heard Marlene snoring loudly, but then he heard something else, arguing. He then listened carefully and heard Private arguing to his mother. 'Mum, she complimented me, nothing to worry about!! Okay? I've chosen a different path in love from you, and that's Marlene!!' yelled Private. 'No!! آپ cannot love her, یا so help me-' کہا Private's mother before being interrrupted. 'Shut up mum!! آپ don't know about love!! EVAH!!' yelled Private, slamming the door and going downstairs. Skipper got in shock and shut his eyes, then he heard Private cry. It was sickeningly sad, he felt a bit guilty, so he began to think. (I should make it up for him tomorow, yeah!!! Then I'd know I did the right thing!!) He then drifted off to sleep, in his thoughts.
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Skipper looked in the map, ANYWHERE, could be a good place to stay besides out here. He found nothing, no tourism anywhere in the east Texas swamps. He thought he'd lost hope until, he saw the sign. It was a gold-yellow neon sign, very tall one reading: 'Bates Motel', it looked very calm to Marlene, she had always found neon signs alluring. 'This place looks good Skippy, I mean, look at the sign!! There's even a vacancy, see?' asked Marlene pointing to a 'Vacancy' sign highlighted in neon light. 'I dunno, looks suspicious to me, I mean, where's all the parked cars?' asked Skipper. 'I bet it's a unpopular motel, but it will do, better than the rain alright,' کہا Marlene, shaking off her wet فر, سمور and opening an umbrella. 'Oh fine, I'll go, but I'll watch out for my butt out here,' replied Skipper. They then entered the small, two-story, building and shut the lobby door. 'This place looks abandoned, hello?' asked Marlene, ringing the ڈیسک bell. Then, they heard a British female shout in the upper level. 'Private!! Go get the bell!! It's probably the telly manager we called four years ago!!' yelled the female voice. 'Alright mum, lemme get to him,' کہا a male brittish voice. Soon, a small, plump, پینگوئن, پیںگان waddled downstairs to the desk, very tentatively taking steps, left, right, left, right, until he came to view.
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'Ello!! My name is Private Bates!! But- You're no TV managers, you're guests!! Our first ones since the highway was built in '65. How can I help آپ two?' asked Private. 'Mr. Bates, may I ask, who was that upstairs?' asked Skipper. 'My mum, she's very naggy isn't she? A little tater tot to me,' sighed Private. 'May I see her? She might need young lady's advice,' کہا Marlene. 'Ermmm... NO!! Wait, she's not fond of strangers, she doesn't like them much, it's why I don't get guests often, and I'm ashamed of it indeed....' کہا Private shyly. 'No worries little guy, in fact, آپ look a little cutely plump yourself,' کہا Marlene, winking at him. 'Really? I'm cute? Hahahaha... I'M CUTE!! ارے MUM!! KISS MY RUMP!!! I'm cute!!!' کہا Private giggling, and jumping around and clicking his heels. 'This guy's a loon, Marlene...' whispered Skipper. 'We can't leave him, we're his first guests in four years!! It'll break his heart,' replied Marlene. 'Oh, I'm so sorry about that, here's your room keys my new guests... I'M CUTE!!' yelled Private again, blushing and jumping around. Then Marlene grabbed the keys and headed to the room she was given, with Skipper.
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When Marlene began un-packing, she looked at her black lips in the mirror, they were smeared a bit, possibly from Private slamming down the keys to the ڈیسک so hard. She then took her black lipstick, and applied it to her lips. In the meanwhile, she felt as if someone was watching, but then she shook it off and headed to sleep, she had the bed, Skipper had the hard, cold, lumpy, floor. Afterward, Skipper couldn't sleep, he heard Marlene snoring loudly, but then he heard something else, arguing. He then listened carefully and heard Private arguing to his mother. 'Mum, she complimented me, nothing to worry about!! Okay? I've chosen a different path in love from you, and that's Marlene!!' yelled Private. 'No!! آپ cannot love her, یا so help me-' کہا Private's mother before being interrrupted. 'Shut up mum!! آپ don't know about love!! EVAH!!' yelled Private, slamming the door and going downstairs. Skipper got in shock and shut his eyes, then he heard Private cry. It was sickeningly sad, he felt a bit guilty, so he began to think. (I should make it up for him tomorow, yeah!!! Then I'd know I did the right thing!!) He then drifted off to sleep, in his thoughts.
Conner Kenway vs. Skipper
Fighting styles: Unkown
Weapons: Hidden blades, tomahawk, rev war pistol,
Description: A Native American who was initiated into the Assasin's brother hood.
Skipper
Fighting styles: Kung Fu, karate
Weapons: laser pen
Description: The leader of team پینگوئن, پیںگان who always seems to get himself into suisidal missions.
Conner and Skipper enter the ring Skipper readies his laser pen, Conner draws out his pistol. Conner takes the first shot Skipper jumps out of the way and turns on his laser pen. As Conner is reloading his pistol Skipper turns around, jumps up, and cuts off Conner's head. Victory goes to Skipper.
