What you are about to read (I hope) is something I stole from Dianna. Well, not entirely, she wrote the first two stanzas and let me at the rest. Which I did, although over the slow course of…two years. Really. That long. It's not like I thought about it constantly, though, I was simply slacking greatly. I mostly came up with the ideas in PE, while I had something to occupy my hands or body, but my brain was all blank.
The tune is Smash Mouth's All Star, a song I hope most of you know. I don't own the song or the band, although that would rock. I don't own Kish. I don't ever own Croissant; she's Dianna's character. Go Dianna! I don't own the first two stanzas as well, still Dianna's.
Speaking of the second stanza, it makes more sense if you know a little more about croissant. She has the unique ability to read minds, as well as memories, if she holds her fingers and thumbs out like a box in front of her forehead. (Dianna, again.) the funny part is that she wasn't designed that was because of the song lyrics ,that's just how she came out. So I love how 'she was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an L on her forehead' works so well for her. Now read it.
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Croissant:
Somebody should tell you
The world is out to get you
And you ain't the sharpest tool in the shed.
Kish:
You're looking kind of dumb
With your fingers and you thumbs
In the shape of an L on your forehead.
Croissant:
You can't walk a mile
Gotta float for a while
You're always too picky and you act like a child.
You never make sense and you're bad at math
You always smell stinky 'cause you won't take a bath.
You can't hold a note
Or play a tune
I'm ashamed when we're in the same room.
Kish:
There's nary a secret you can keep
And you always snore when you're asleep.
Croissant:
Hey you
You're rooms a mess
And you're bad at chess
Loser
Kish:
Hey you
You're one to talk
All you do is mock
Me, cur.
Croissant:
All you're insults are laaame
Kish:
you're stupid hair is getting in my way.
You're a fool girl
And your mama's no cooler
Croissant:
You're being really stupid we're siblings you loser
Kish:
Hmmph, but I beg to differ
I refuse to be related to an immature sister
Croissant:
You just can't cook
You leave it up to me
Kish:
You never do it anyways
Croissant:
Wait and see
Kish:
Your hair's on fire
Croissant:
Whose fault is this?
Kish:
I was aiming for your face
But I guess I musta missed.
Croissant:
Hey you
You're rooms a mess
And you're bad at chess
Loser
Kish:
Hey you
You're one to talk
All you do is mock
Me, cur.
Croissant:
All you're insults are laaame
Kish:
Your stupid hair is getting in my way.
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yup. There you all go. Dianna, who I am absolutely positive will find this if I have to drag her to the computer myself, this one's for you.
Tell me what you thought, this took me two years, people!