This is a story about my life as a dumb stupid writer, please dont continue any further because this story is not a very good one.

(I am at the beach with my weird friends.)
Me (dan): Why are we here?

Narrator (also me): I was an idiot who asked stupid questions that nobody cares about.

Daisy: Why are you an idiot who asks stupid questions that nobody cares about, Dan?

Me: Why do you always make fun of me?

Little idiot: Baby noises (Why are you friends with a baby?)

(Coughing from Mr. No)

Me: It's Mr. N-

Mr. No: Your two older roommates have died from neckrope.

Me: Oh no, not neckrope.

Mr. No: No it was a fire, I was joking idiot who asks stupid questions that nobody cares about.

Me: Oh.

Mr. No: Get in the van, nerds.

(They go into the van and drive to his house.)

Mrs. No: Get out.

Me: Oh.

(They go back into the van and drive to Count Idiot, who has the tattoo of a nerd on his elbow.)

Count Idiot: Turns out I want your enormous fortune that your roommates left you.

Me: Oh.

Daisy: Stop saying 'Oh.' it's stupid.

Me: OH.

Count Idiot: Okay everyone let's say that I tried to get Daisy to marry me so I could have the money but somehow you guys stopped me and I got away.

Me: Sure.

Daisy: Sure.

Little idiot: Baby noises (I haven't talked since the beginning, but sure.)

(THE END)