Warriors IM
(Chat room 1. Dustyman115, Theprankster, Bramblehater)
Dustyman115: Any one there?
Bramblehater: Hey, is that you, Dustpelt?
Dustyman115: Shush! I'm under cover!
Bramblehater: Well, you're not very secret with that username!
Theprankster: Hi dad!
Bramblehater: Shush! He's under cover!
Theprankster: Oh. Hi dad! HEY EVERYONE! THIS GUY IS DUSTPELT! MY DADDY POOPIEKINZ!
Dustyman115: Son, you are so grounded!
Theprankster: Nnnnnnnnooooooooooooooo!!
(Dustyman115 exits)
(Dustyman115 enters)
Dustyman115: Oh, and you lose cell phone and IM for a week, too, so I want you off of here in the next five minutes.
Theprankster:Nnnnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooo!! Never!!
(Dustyman115 exits.)
Theprankster: Where'd he go….?
Bramblehater: I dunno. Wait… are you Spiderleg, Birchfall, or Foxpaw?
Theprankster: (laughs evilly) Who knows? I might even be Icepaw, or Shrewpaw, or Hollykit, or even Larchkit! But, alas, I cannot tell you. But I know who you are…Ashfur!
Bramblehater: Wait! I know you're a guy! And you're not an apprentice!
Theprankster: But… How?
Bramblehater: Your dad called you "son".
Theprankster: What about the apprentice part?
Bramlehater: Apprentices aren't allowed to have IM, genius.
Theprankster: Curse you, evil father!And also curse you, Ashfur, for your knowledge of warriors IM!
Bramblehater: It's not my fault I'm smart!
(Theprankster exits.)
Bramblehater: Wait! You have to tell me who you are or I'll disguise you as bacon and feed you to Lionheart!
Bramblehater: (looks around.) Oh well. He's not coming back. Good-bye world and all who inhabit it!
(Bramblehater exits. Then he goes and jumps off a cliff.)
The moral of this chat room is that all dads are mean. Well, no other dads are as mean as Dustpelt, but a few (Coughtigerstarcough) Come pretty close.