A/N- We blame it on the Vanilla Coke. You can blame it on whatever you want. We'll just claim momentary insanity...Wait...

Disclaimer- We do not own Minesweeper...Someone else does...Someone who is evil cause there's NO WAY TO WIN!!! Hey...we're kidding...He's cool. Oh yeah, we don't own Vanilla Coke either...heh

~Zoheret and Dove~



Mr. Clicker's Tough Decision-


heh heh heh

A bloody bomb was hiding beneath a square block.
The person moved Mr. Clicker over to it and began clicking wildly.

Nothing happened.

The bomb was a dud.

The Mr. Smiley remained smiling insanely and Mr. Clicker was moved on to click elsewhere.
All the blocks that Mr. Clicker clicked were numbers. The player was on a role! And Mr. Smiley continued his beaming smile, making everyone happy.
Then it all came down to two blocks.
The person who was playing this game without a purpose because they had nothing else to do and she wanted to take over the world, buy a laptop, and talk to Orlie, began to sweat.

Drip. Drip.

Two little blocks.

Suddenly the Vanilla Coke that was sizzling in the can disappeared. The person drank it all!
Her hyperness subsided and she became serious. What block do I click Mr. Clicker on?
The bloody smiley face just smiled and Mr. Clicker just waited loyally to be directed.

Drip. Drip.

Suddenly the person bursted into insane laughter and flew away. The pressure of commanding Mr. Clicker had been too much.
So Mr. Clicker had to decide for himself what to do.
The block on the right corner, or the one in the middle? It was all too complicated. MUCH TOO COMPLICATED!
Mr. Clicker wanted to scream but nothing came out since he didn't have a mouth. He was all but a little clicker.
The bloody happy face just kept on smiling.
If Mr. Clicker could sweat, he'd be sweating.

Drip. Drip.

Right? Middle? Right?
Middle!
He went for it, putting his all in clicking on that middle square.

Smiley's eyes grew big.

Mr. Clicker gasped.

The flying person, high on vanilla coke continued laughing.

The word, 'YOU,' appeared on the screen.

And then nothing at all.

The dud bomb had blown.

Smiley was smitherings...

'Oh well,' Mr. Clicker thought and he drove off in a silver convertable with Mr. Smiley's sunglasses. He disappeared into the sunset wallpaper. And all was happy.

Heh

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