(Randomeeeeee Note Thing of DOOM! HAH: Hello, dear friends, reader, and yaks of all colors. If you are Beckett eh blue chicken, please jump off the balcony to your right. Erm, anyway, this is a collaboration with my friend DREW who is CORRECTING me on my spelling of collbaertaion. ("It's two ls! GOD!") Yup. Okay. Yeah. It's one of those things where someone writes one thing, and then the next person writes the next part. Yeah. So, things are in bold are what I write, and thisdkjhfjweklhlejlfn0 That was me getting mad at Drew, in case you were wondering. Anyhoo, things in italics are DREW. Yeah. Wooh. SO READ IT ALREADY! XD )
Italics, even though I said this before: Drew XD
Bold: Me. Yeah. The one you've been reading before, and who never shuts up. XD
The Random Collaboration Thingy of Whateverness and Then Some
Legolas skipped through a field of flowers, singing the My Little Pony Theme Song. He was very happy for Bootstrap Bill, who was, at the moment, cradling a bowl of fruit in his arm, and singing it a lullaby. He had stolen it from Davy Jones, in his sleep, from the organ. Bootstrap, noticing Legolas, stopped singing the lullaby, and plucked a pineapple from the bowl. (At this point I killed Drew for DARINg to even think of hurting dear Leggy-poo-kins-cuddle-by-hoohoo) (Still alive.) (Nuh-uh.) (Oh, but I AM.) (BOOTSTRAP BILL, YOU'RE A LIAR AND YOU WILL SPEND AN ETERNITY ON THIS SHIP! stomps off, then comes back because it's my turn to write my next part soonishness. :P ) (Silence! We must write! Now…) (Moo.) (Let's accomplish something, now, please.) He then cocked an arm, ate a mussel from his face, licked the pineapple, tested the wind, took aim, and hurled the pineapple at Legolas' girly face- (I am hereby cutting my FRIEND /hiss/ off midsentence, because I HIGHLY OBJECT TO THIS TREATMENT OF LEGGYPOOKINWHATEVERICALLEDHIMBEFORE! In other words- myyyyyy turn/evil/)
"I AM BOLD!" cried Legolas, and dived out of the way, dropping to the ground in a cool, ninja-turtle roll. Yup. Then he stood up, flapped his arms like a butterfly, and ate a Fruit Roll Up. "YEAH! BOLD! AND BEAE-YOO-TI-FULL! Unlike you, with your ucky starfish face. Geesh. Who are you anyway? You need some, like, hand lotion. No. Wait. Hand lotion is for hands. Face- parlay… parloo… LOTION! Yeah! Face LOTION! Wootwoot!" He then scurried up a tree, and yodeled, "Gim-a-lay-heheheheeeeeeeeeee!"
No one appeared.
"GIMLI! GET YOUR STUPID DWARF BUTT OVER HERE NOW!"
"BITE MY BUTT, CONGO SNAKE!" Bootstrap screamed, for his secret obsession had now taken complete hold of his mind, and he charged at the tree, ramming into it headfirst.
His starfish fell off. (Me: Gasp:o)
Bootstrap then proceeded to wail in misery, for the starfish (At this point, dRew did a cool Writer Move, which consisted of shoving up his jacket sleeves. Just thought you'd like to know, even though I honestly don't think you care/) (She types a lot, I see. Curse these typos! I hate this keyboard!) (BE NICE TO MY KEYBOARD! WE'VE BEEN THROUGH A LOT:P) (It's not slanted and/or weird enough- STOP STOMPING ON MY FOOT! –fwap-) (NEVER/valiantly continues to stomp on Drew's foot… oh,… IT'S ALMOST 7! AHHH! WE HAVE SIX MINUTES! XD We've barely written any storyness, it's mostly us arguing… I suppose that's entertaining, though. We should make this multichaptered. Yeah. I think we will, whether drew likes it or not.) (I like that idea.) (You better. And I'll steal the keyboard all I want. Technically, you'd be the one stealing it, since it's MY keyboard. Actually, it's the family's keyboard, but, hey! Also, technical00000h00000hly, you could steal it back. At any moment. In fsc-) (Like that? Now, ) (Yes, like that.) (-at this point, the two begin a vicious battle for the keyboard. A stray cannon shot strikes 'technically', filling it with 0's.) (At this point, DAVID came in. DAVID is Drew's little brother. Yeah. You know you wanted to know that. And now my mom is kicking Drew out of the house. He lives diagonally from my house. Yup. So, yeah. He's leaving. We'll continue this later, so yup. New chapter whenever. Yeah. Yup. Yoohoo! WAHOO! YIPPEE! HOW MANY DIFFERENT WAYS TO SAY YAY CAN I COME UP WITH! I don't know and neither do you! I'd keep going,Drew actually does have to go- DAVID SHUT UP!- Anyhoo, yeah. Say bye Drew! ) (Goodbye, everyone. The first one to discover my ID- the keyboard is bouncing- escapes my wrath. Turrah!) (Ta! By the way, here's a clue to Drew's ID: Bermuda. Cow. Fan. Good luck! XD)
