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"Gunso-san! I don't want to do this any more!"
It was a nice summer's afternoon and Tamama was stuck inside Keroro's room, painting. He'd been painting since 5:00 in the morning, painting with a very thin brush, getting every single little detail right. The funny thing was that Tamama didn't even know what he was painting.
"Tamama, you know that this is a very special occasion, and that you have to work on this to make it the best you can possibly make it. I reckon it'll take about...4 or 5 hours."
Tamama fell onto his face.
"F-four or five...hours..?"
"Yup! See you later!"
Keroro walked out of the room, humming as he shut the door behind him.
Tamama looked at the door. He had a very unhappy expression on his face.
"If one more thing happens," he muttered, "I might just-"
A fly landed on his face.
SNAP.
"TAMAMA IMPAAAACCTTT!"
Pieces of painted pottery were scattered all over the floor. Tamama was lying on his back, panting.
The fly hadn't been harmed at all.
Keroro and Dororo were sitting in chairs, drinking juice. Dororo turned to face Keroro.
"Keroro-kun?"
"Yes?"
"I think I heard something coming from your room."
Keroro leaned back in his chair.
"Oh, that's probably Tamama. He's painting that sculpture Kururu and Giroro made. I know he won't break it."
There was a crashing noise.
"Uh, Keroro-kun?"
"Yes?"
"I think he did."
Keroro flung the door open. The first thing he saw was the broken sculpture. The second thing he saw was the fly. The third thing he saw was Tamama.
"S-stupid...fly..."
Keroro facepalmed.