It was a cloudy day. Giroro walked down the street, humming a manly tune to himself. Suddenly, as he turned a corner, he saw Keroro walking ahead of him. He was about to call out, when Keroro dropped his wallet. Giroro jogged up to the wallet. By the time he got there, Keroro was no where in sight.
"Hm...don't mind if I do." Giroro murmured. Giroro opened up the wallet. Or at least he tried to. It was stuck together like dried cement. Giroro stood there for a good seven minutes, struggling and grunting as he tried to pull the wallet open. He cut his finger on the paper-like edge of the wallet. Sweat rolled down his forehead.
"Damnit Keroro! Why is your wallet SO hard to open!?" Giroro screamed. He repositioned his hands and arms, trying to find a new tactic. After several attempts, he found what he thought was a firm grip on the wallet.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHH!" With one mighty tug, Giroro managed to tear open the wallet. He smiled to himself, chuckling. Giroro stopped for a second to catch his breath. When he could breath normally again, he finally took a look at the contents of the wallet. Giroro stared unblinking at what he saw. Speechless, he looked up and saw Keroro's face mere inches from his own.
"Problem, Corporal?"
There was a print out of a troll face inside the wallet, and no money.
"FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
My failed attempt at humor. Haven't written here in months, so decided to write something short.