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A Day in the Life of Sora
WARNING: This fanfic is believed, by retired English teachers and capitalists, to cause brain tumors, bowel movements, and herpes. May also lead to the life of a parent-dependent basement slug, and/or a fugitive who sells dead birds to blind kids in Central Park. ("I thought it was only sleeping!")
And no, it's not supposed to make sense… And, it's incredibly short. The fic, that is.
09:26 Sora awakens and eats his regular breakfast of twenty-eight heavily salted rice cakes.
10:03 He showers, gets dressed and hits the beach, randomly kicking rabid beach squirrels as he passes by.
10:17 Bites the legs of Riku for calling him "Monkey-Boy."
11:04 Pauses to construct a small axe out of plastic sporks before bashing a busload of blind, crippled nuns.
12:17 Goes to Kairi's house to dine upon his lunch of meatballs, cardboard boxes and helium.
12:55 Sits around for a while, foaming at the mouth ranting about "prices of small bits of cheese these days."
2:39 Police arrive to try and arrest Sora after he attacks a local shopkeeper for refusing to sell him 15 gallons of lighter fluid, 4 large fireworks and a box of matches.
3:45 14 dead police officers and 66 minutes later, Sora escapes after making a tank out of cherry bombs and stick-back plastic.
4:49 Sora is chased by an mob of women after breaking and entering into the Victoria's Secret changing room.
5:12 Stops off to chew on a traffic cone and kill some more squirrels on the way home.
8:27 Finishes watching 'American Idol' and resumes work on his giant ball of Frank Sinatra pictures.
11:44 Finally goes to sleep after tiring himself out playing his favorite game of 'punch the civilian.'
Yes, Idiotic, isn't it?
Well, since there's really no minimum size limit, I'm probably not going to be bashed by raving crowds or anything… *Shifty eyes* BUT IM LOADED ANYWAYS, SO DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!
Oh yes.
Please R & R. (That's Read and Review, kiddies.)
A Day in the Life of Sora
WARNING: This fanfic is believed, by retired English teachers and capitalists, to cause brain tumors, bowel movements, and herpes. May also lead to the life of a parent-dependent basement slug, and/or a fugitive who sells dead birds to blind kids in Central Park. ("I thought it was only sleeping!")
And no, it's not supposed to make sense… And, it's incredibly short. The fic, that is.
09:26 Sora awakens and eats his regular breakfast of twenty-eight heavily salted rice cakes.
10:03 He showers, gets dressed and hits the beach, randomly kicking rabid beach squirrels as he passes by.
10:17 Bites the legs of Riku for calling him "Monkey-Boy."
11:04 Pauses to construct a small axe out of plastic sporks before bashing a busload of blind, crippled nuns.
12:17 Goes to Kairi's house to dine upon his lunch of meatballs, cardboard boxes and helium.
12:55 Sits around for a while, foaming at the mouth ranting about "prices of small bits of cheese these days."
2:39 Police arrive to try and arrest Sora after he attacks a local shopkeeper for refusing to sell him 15 gallons of lighter fluid, 4 large fireworks and a box of matches.
3:45 14 dead police officers and 66 minutes later, Sora escapes after making a tank out of cherry bombs and stick-back plastic.
4:49 Sora is chased by an mob of women after breaking and entering into the Victoria's Secret changing room.
5:12 Stops off to chew on a traffic cone and kill some more squirrels on the way home.
8:27 Finishes watching 'American Idol' and resumes work on his giant ball of Frank Sinatra pictures.
11:44 Finally goes to sleep after tiring himself out playing his favorite game of 'punch the civilian.'
Yes, Idiotic, isn't it?
Well, since there's really no minimum size limit, I'm probably not going to be bashed by raving crowds or anything… *Shifty eyes* BUT IM LOADED ANYWAYS, SO DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!
Oh yes.
Please R & R. (That's Read and Review, kiddies.)