Soul was sitting on the couch, playing a game on his computer when Blair walked in from the kitchen, eating a box of Pocky. She plopped down on the couch next to Soul and picked up the box of Lucky Charms that he had been eating.
"That was my snack!" Soul complained. He reached for the box only to have Blair hold it up above her head.
"I'm only looking at it Soul! Calm yourself." She sighed. She examined the box with a curious gleam in her eye.
"I just noticed something about the picture on the front," She said while munching on a Pocky stick. "The Leprechaun is holding out a rainbow, which turns into milk as it gets to the bowl. Then, the slogan says, 'They're magically delicious!' Does that mean that the milk is magical?" Blair looked at Soul, waiting for an answer.
"I guess. I mean the milk is coming from a rainbow right? Then it's magical milk." Soul said like it was obvious.
"Does that mean that rainbows are magical?"
"Of course they are! Even if they weren't that specific rainbow would still be magical."
"It would?"
Soul sighed loudly. "Yes it would! It's coming from a Leprechaun!"
"And Leprechauns are-"
"Magical? Yes!"
Blair was silent for a moment. She tilted her head to the side. "What if it was a dirty Leprechaun?" she wondered aloud
"What?"
"Like what if he had been running around the woods all day? Wouldn't his hands be dirty? Thus making the rainbow non-magical?"
"NO! YOU WOULD JUST HAVE A DIRTY RAINBOW!" Soul shouted, his attention now fully on the subject at hand.
"But-"
"I can go with this logic all day Blair!"
"What's all the shouting about?" Maka asked as she walked into the room, also eating a box of Pocky. Soul told her about the previous conversation and why he was so annoyed.
"It would still be magical milk wouldn't it? Just dirtier than before?"
"Yes! Thank you Maka!"
"You're welcome but, what does Pocky stand for?" Maka cocked her head to the side.
"Pocky isn't and acronym." Soul sighed.
"It isn't?"
"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! AAAAAUUUHHHHHHGGGGG!" Soul threw his hands up into the air and stormed out of the room. Soul flopped onto his bed and groaned. All those questions and it was only 9:30 in the morning.
sup people! This is just a little short story I wrote based on a conversation I had with my dad during dinner. I thought it was so funny I needed to make a story out of it. Hope you enjoyed and please Review!