Me: Hello again! I'm back! And now to torture you with yet another one of my stories.
Arxaz: RUN! Run while you still have the chance!
Me: Are you going to help with the disclaimer or not?
Arxaz: (sighs) Yes. DISCLAIMER: Zara does not own Danny Phantom, and is currently attending therapy to help her get over that. It does not appear to be helping though.
Me: And ACTION!
Danny sighed as he lay in the hospital bed. After the Nasty Burger had exploded, along with his family and friends (Oh, and Mr. Lancer, although Danny couldn't say he really cared), he had been immediately rushed to the hospital by paramedics. Pretty soon word had gotten out about what had happened to him, and Danny found himself bombarded by flowers and cards from well-wishers. Even Dash Baxter had sent a card (Although he had put the addressee as Fenturd. Still, it was the thought that counted).
He had even gotten a few visitors, all of whom had basically told him that he was lucky to even be alive.
He couldn't help but chuckle at the irony.
Razax: Glad that's over.
Me: Oh come on. It wasn't THAT bad.
Razax: No? I just saw a guy get dragged to the asylum after reading this. Anywho, I just wanted to say that anyone who dares to flame this story will suffer the consequences once I take over the world!
Me: Please don't start laughing evilly.