Agents of Secret Stuff Page #3

- Hey, so I was talking to Mr. Anderson about the event coming right after homecoming.

I am gonna need a lot of help planing that event. I don't know how...

- No...!

- Ah..! Oh my god!

Get out of my room!

- Don't throw things... No!

- Get away from me! Ah...!

- Alright, I am not gonna hurt you.

You just need to... just calm down, Okay?

- Okay...

- Are you trying to get yourself killed?

Did you know what you just almost did but didn't do because I didn't let you do what you wanted to do?

- Yes?

- No! You don't!

Do you know what this is?

This is Little Miss Double Rainbow Girly Cookies and you almost eat them all the way.

You don't even know who has handled this or who could have poisoned this.

- What?

- Look, I've been trying to stay undercover but you are making this too damn difficult.

First, first you handed over a pencil sharpener to someone with a pencil.

Do you wanna get stab in the neck?

And then, you almost took a shuttle cock to your face. Do you know how much that hurts?

Have you ever have a shuttle cock to your face before? No, you haven't. It hurts, I know.

Now you are eating cookies, you're eating cookies! Do you wanna get poisoned?...And fat?

Your carelessness is driving me insane!

- I am driving you insane?

My friends are right.. you are a freak...

I know exactly what you are...

- Oh you do, alright then say it, say it out loud.

- Unicorn...

- What? Unicorns don't even exist, in North America, probably.

- Then who... What are you?

- Alright look, I am gonna be completely honest with you.

I'm really not Mexican. My name is not Jose, it's Aiden.

And I'm an A.S.S.

- Yea, you are.

- No, you don't understand. Look, I am in the final stages of becoming an Agent of Secret Stuff.

And my last mission was to come here and protect you.

- Protect me? From who?

- The S.I.N.S.!

- Is this all just to get me to go to church?

- Oh my god... You're stupid.

Alright, okay, here, here is the whole story.

Back in WWII, a group of fleeing Nazi special agents formed a society of assassins to secretly revenge the Axis of power. This group is called the Society Involving No-so-good Stuff.

One of the assassins only known as X when he could no longer support such a war in the world... fled the S.I.N.S. and started his own group of killers to battle all the S.I.N.S. plans.

They were known as the Agent of Secret Stuff. That's me.

The battle between A.S.S. and S.I.N.S. still continues today,

and you are the S.I.N.S.'s latest target, to which I am assigned to prevent you from being killed.

- But why me?

- I have no idea why, but I never question my orders.

"But why? I already did all the hard stuff."

- Wow...

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