"And as they finally made to wonder land goblet of holy-ness land, they realized their hero was actually a winged tuna sandwich posing for a glamour shot photo on a golden glowing cloud ."
5-year- old Deidara stared at his flammable grandma with large eyes full of innocent enchantment as he exclaimed in wonder and disbelief: "Bullshit…!"
"Dei-dee-pooh-kins! Watch your mouth, that's a BAD word, BAD!" She said, spraying him like a dog. Only it wasn't water, it was gasoline. She lit a match to light a candle on the nightstand, but it fell on him instead, as he immediately caught fire. Deidara howled, rolling around his bed as it too ignited, catching on the curtains and so on and so forth. Being flammable, she then burst into flames.
"..And that's how Zetsu was born." Deidara finished his story 'round the campfire. They all stared.
"…That-… That's how I was born?" Zetsu exclaimed, a nerve in his green, leafy brain snapping.
"Oops- I meant how I lost my gran-gran!" Deidara corrected with a giggle, pushing a finger into his dimple… eating it in the process. Which was weird because the mouth was in his palm. He ripped it off, his cheek coming off in the process, where it then began gushing fountains of blood like a fire hydrant in the summer. In fact, a dog started peeing on his leg as he tilted and passed out.
"…And that's how we lost Deidara." Sasori said proudly, as Zetsu stared at a picture of when he was just a wee little flower bud in a pot full of dirt, where Pein bought him from a Chinese man who owned a hat shop at the flee market. Konan remembered the day clearly, it was his valentine present to her. She remembered when she first spotted the thing, squealing and writhing, with Zetsu's face. It bit her. She sighed.
"My dad was an oak, and my mom was a palm tree…" Zetsu sniffed, sadly.
The end.
Yasu:… So, Yasa, wanna come up with a real ending…?
Yasa: Sure, Yasu, I have a good one. :D
Yasu: Thank goodness, I got nothing. :o what Is it?
Yasa: Okay, here goes…The End. :D
