The Best Fan of Fiction Ever

Act 1: The Title
It was a vary dark n' stormy night. A man wearing a purple uniform and backpack was walking. IT WAS THE HAPPY MASK SALES MAN! The guy was walking around when he saw another sales man/woman (gender equality). The guy was not happy but sad. Link was visiting another sales man. Then HMS had a wonderful idea, an awful idea. HMS had a wonderful awful idea. He walked up to the shop. He sat down at a random chair and said "You've met with a terrible fate, Haven't you?" The other sales man looked at this I.M.Meen ripoff. "Can I help you?" He said with interestings. "Just wondered what you're selling." He sad. "Oh...Lump oil, rope, bombs. It's your's my friend, as long as you have enough robies."

Act 2: A conflicted
The HMS didn't like this guy because he was poorly animated like this story. He said "I DON'T LIKE YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE POORLY ANIMATED LIKE THIS STORY!" "GET OUT OF MY STORE!" He said. HMS got out of the store and got a thing of bleach and pored it on the store and then explode. Moursu grab the sales man and throw him down the cliff. "Sorry dude, I can't give credit."

Act 3: WHAT IS THIS?
The purple wearing guy got away from the hill to the Orange guy. "I am the angry sales man now you son of a warlock!" The angry mask sales man pilled out his organ and killed the other guy. "That's what you get for lodering." HMS then got a Mexican Pizza that was not a pizza, or a Mexican, and partied because he killed a dead meme. HMS was a best sales man for a reason. And then I became Skeleton and wrote this.