Tri Bute: Our Lord, Our Great King: A Biographical Future Comic
ISSUE #4 (Part 2)
The Future Seal: Tea Cher

Previously on ISSUE #4:

“Who cares? Let’s future point and future laugh at him.”

That’s J.I.Z.Z.!

“Hilary Swank,”

“GET DOWN!”

“She’s a great actor, right?”

“Maybe she should ‘act’ her way into a paper bag”

“Can I get this future surgery?”

“No,”

The Swank Incident sucks, but this is about something more important. J.I.Z.Z.

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The journey out of the future forest was long and troubling. There were a lot of dangerous future animals that could have killed us. The future nights were cold and unforgiving. We didn’t rest for long because the Swank Incident never future slept. It hung over us. It tried to rear its ugly head at any opportune future time.

We survived with a few future scratches and future bruises, but the emotional future scars never healed. The test of future time challenged our relationships with our fellow future man. The future world was a different future place entirely.

“Where did you guys go?”

We finally returned to Future Ryan, Future Oklahoma, one future year removed from the Swank Incident’s initial devastation.

“We needed safety, honey. You’re right, we should have cancelled that future service.”

It always seemed like my great grandmother was right. She was wise. She had the best future beard in Future Ryan. She had a future pet named Fla Bby; it was a future seal. It wasn’t as violent as the future seals in the future forest, but I’ve never appreciated that look in its future eyes. You can’t trust a future animal, not after the Swank Incident.

“You didn’t have to leave me here all alone, Vio, it’s not my fault that future film appealed to m-,”

“That wasn’t a future film.”

Well, she wasn’t very good at specifics, but she was usually right.

“I’m just glad my future boys are back. Butey, go clean the future gutters.”

I was 12 years old. I was too old for future chores, but I did as she asked anyway. The future night came soon, and I was exhausted. My future bed felt foreign. I had grown accustomed to the uncomfortable future branches and future forest floor. The idea of future sleep soon became unfathomable. The images of the deluded creatures with short skirts and short hair filled my future head with unrest. The Swank Incident was still a strong influence on me. It bellowed even louder from where it took future place.

Sometimes, I could here the iron jawed woman’s voice. It wasn’t soft and soothing like a future woman’s, but dark and graining. It was painful and disheartening to relive. I longed for an escape from this personal future hell.

It came in future hours as my future alarm clock rang its sacred sound. It was time to exit my future home and invest my future time to the betterment of my knowledge.

I changed out of my future pajamas and into my future school uniform. I pledged farewells to my loved ones and future walked the future sidewalks.

“Isn’t that, that Tri Bute kid?”

“I haven’t seen him in a future year,”

“There’s something weird about him.”

“I think I see what you mean.”

“Is something wrong with his future hands?”

I tried to stop listening. These gossiping future geese had nothing of value to say on most occasions.

“He only has five future fingers on each future hand!”

“Let’s future point and future laugh at him.”

I hated it when I was being future pointed at and future laughed at. I hurried away to my only future sanctuary.

Future school was back in session; it was my first future time back since the Swank Incident rode in on an Arabian mare. It felt different somehow. All the future school subjects were changed slightly. I couldn’t put my future finger on how they changed exactly. It felt like I had to rely on future skills I didn’t have. I had to rely on future skills I thought no one had.

“Kids, open your ‘Six Future Finger Future Arithmetic’ future textbook to future page eight hundred and sixty-four,” said Miss Cher, my future arithmetic teacher.

Everyone was doing amazing things. Something happened in my absence I just knew it.

“I’ll give you kids a future hint. You can count amount of future acorns on two future hands. Ske Leton, give it your best future shot.”

“There are eleven future acorns,”

That’s when it hit me.

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Dear Vio Lin,

Your child, Tri Bute, has been removed from future school. He is too stupid for the new six future finger curriculums and every time he raises his future hand the other students break into future laughter. It’s a disturbance to the future classroom environment. His involvement in future class is derailing the future educational processes. Our future policy is just like future baseball’s, three future strikes and you’re out.

Tri Bute will not have a future place in future society without the future tools. The future school district recommends that Tri Bute gets future finger addification future surgery as soon as possible.

Regards,
Future School Board of the Future Ryan, Future Oklahoma Future School District

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"Are you going to watch the future UFC fight tonight?"

"No, future MMFA is dumb."

Fra Grance was taken aback by Vir Tue's comment, but shrugged it off. He was always one of the "future opinions are like future butts" persuasion. It was one of his favorite future sayings.

The two future men stood in silence for a future moment or two, but then Tri Bute walked by. Fra gladly took this opportunity to gossip.

“There goes that five future finger future freak.”

“I heard he got kicked out of future school.”

“What a future idiot. Let’s future laugh and future point at him,”

“I’m all for doing it in a different order this time.”

Tri Bute didn’t like it when people future laughed and future pointed at him. Even in reverse order the effect was still the same. Tri Bute hurried to his future home with the future note to his great grandpapa.

I hope now that I’m being kicked out of future school it will be worth the future money to my great grandpapa.

However, the lingering doubt filled his future heart. His great grandfather was really stubborn. The Swank Incident didn’t do much for that. Although changed in a lot of ways, he knew Mr. Lin was the same future man he was before.

Tri Bute entered his future home.

“You’re back early. Is it a future holiday or something?”

“No, they wanted me to give you this.”

Tri Bute handed the future note to his great grandpapa.

“I guess I’m getting that future finger addification future surgery I wanted.”

His great grandpapa looked over the future note.

“No, this is stupid. You just won’t go to future school anymore. You’re 12. You’re pretty much an adult anyway.”

Vio Lin threw the future note into the future air, and then he incinerated it with his psy-laser.

“Tri Bute, wash the future dishes.”

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Great grandpapa is always throwing things up in the future air and breaking them. I want justice. I want integrity. I want zankustility. I want Zeusrion. I want J.I.Z.Z.!

Why did my parents let these people take care of me? Why are these two future idiots in charge of my future life? I’ll return to future school, even if it means I have to pay for future finger addification future surgery myself.

I’ll get a future job. If you want something done right you have to do it yourself.

When I have more future fingers I’ll be able to change future Earth, our great planet. I can’t wait to chain my great grandpapa to a future wall and J.I.Z.Z. all over him.

(OOC: This can probably go for 1-3 more parts. I don't know why I thought this would all fit in one RP when I originally planned it)

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