Hmm.
This is
stupid.
Ninjas don't write in diaries. Ninjas are awesomeness,
throw shruiken, kick ass, and steal Cloud's materia, but they do
NOT write in diaries given to them by big-bosomed bartenders for
Christmas.
Heck, ninjas don't even celebrate Christmas, they
just steal the gifts.
Hey, maybe Santa was a ninja. That's how
he climbs down chimneys! And it'd kinda explain why he steals
cookies, too-"He doesn't steal them."
Hang
on, someone's saying something- SPIKEY???"…?"
"You
MADE A COMPLETE SENTENCE that had NOTHING TO DO WITH BATTLE PLANS.
Wow, I'm proud of you- HEY!"
"What?"
"YOU WERE
READING OVER MY SHOULDER, YOU BASTARD, THAT'S MY PRIVATE
DIARY!"
"No it isn't."
"Huh?"
"Ninjas don't
write in diaries."
"And?"
"You're writing in
something."
"…?"
"Since you're a ninja, it can't
be a diary."
"Wow, you have got a brain under all that hair
gel."
Later
Wow.
Spikey had, like, LOGIC. And he didn't even have to ask Vinnie for
help.
UNLESS HE DID. MAYBE HE'S TELEPATHIC! I knew that psycho
Vinnie was a vamp.
"You'd use up less space if you
didn't write in uppercase."
"ARGH! AGAIN? YOU ARE
TELEPATHIC; YOU KNOW WHEN I'M WRITING, DON'T YOU?!?"
Oh,
my GAWD. Did he just smirk? It was there, I swear. It was friggin'
tiny, but it was there.
…This isn't right. He's supposed to
have the IQ of Tifa's wilting HOUSEPLANT."140."
"You're
still here!?!"
"No."
HE DID IT AGAIN. THE BASTARD IS
SPYING ON ME. I'M SWITCHING ROOMS.