okay, this proves that Vetrix shouldnt be allowed to tell stories.
Quattro walked in the house, and Quinton noticed him go to the fridge. "Hungry, brother?" "Bored.
I already ate at the buffet they gave us." Quattro was returning from his job as a professional
duelist. "Quattro?" Trey ran out to greet his scar-faced brother. "Listen, guys, I have this great
story about a…" "STORY?" Vetrix ran out, jumped, and landed on the sofa. "Um…hi…" Quattro
walked closer to the corner. " I like stories!" Vetrix made himself comfortable, and decided
to ask what it was. "I wanna hear! I wanna hear! Quattro! Is this about that girl you like?" "HOW
DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THA….. What girl?" Trey hid in the shadows, afraid Quattro was angry—
Trey had told Vetrix about the girl. "It is nothing. No story." Vetrix acquired a disappointed look.
And then smiled. "I have stories!"
"It was a dark, scary night…" The man-child began. "And three duelists were driving home from…
um… uh… EHH, DOESN'T MATTER! A group of large monsters ran towards them!" "What was their
motivation?" Quinton asked, trying not to show his displeasure. "I dunno…" Quattro decided he
could interrupt with the main plot of the story. "It is a moose- vehicle accident. THE END." Trey
went to fetch some tea, and Quattro saw helping as an opportunity to escape. Quinton was left to
hear whatever Vetrix had to… offer… "okay, how about this… a few real good guys were on an
adventure… to find… a hole in… um…" "A portal? Are you telling me the story of the Portal of
Doom?" "Y-yes…" Quinton hadn't even mentioned the part about the 'real good guys.' A doorbell
sounded, and a nice lady appeared at the door. "Is Quattro here? This is his house, right?" "It's my
house, lady!" Vetrix squealed, and as the couple left, Vetrix chased them down the road like a
monkey with no fingers.
please review. if you do not, i will:
sic Vetrix on you
sic a monkey with no fingers on you
forget to do the above.