The Craptastic Poke-Crap
Warning: This story contains the contents of the mind of a crazed teenager that is probably on the verge of insanity. SO DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YA KIDDIES!
Author's Note:Now, I don't know why I'm saying this, but the reason I am writing this story is this: I was really bored at like 2:37 A.M. and I was listening to the Weird Al Yankovic song "Polkamon" so there ya go!
STORY TIME!
Narrator- We start our story out in Cerulean City where we will follow—
Evie- WHAT? FOLLOW? STALKER!
Katrina- Evie, chill out, man! That's just the creepy narrator dude that I hired!
Evie- You hired this freak?
Katrina- I feel bad for him! in hushed whisper I think he may be mentally retarded!
Narrator- DUUUUUUUUHHHH!
Evie- Oh, I see what you mean. He used way too many "U"s , "H"s and "!"s in that last phrase.
Katrina- Yeah, and I don't think he has any friends.
Evie- He probably lives with his mom.
Katrina- WE live with our moms.
Evie- Oh, yeah….too soon, too quick!
Katrina- STOP SAYING THAT! IT'S "MY BAD!" NOT THAT RETARDED SAYING! God, that saying is like the bologna of sayings.
Evie- NUH UH! It's the steak of sayings!
Narrator- Are you gonna let me do my job or do I have to kill you both?
Evie– Fine! in sing-song voice testy!
Narrator- God, you guys are so annoying! Anyway… We start out in Cerulean City where we follow two of our female characters.
Katrina- WOW! What an impressive narration! I am just completely blown away! You can go collect your day time emmy now!
Narrator- Okay, you know what? Screw this! Screw you! I quite! I never should have dropped out of clown school!
Evie- Oh my god! He went to clown school!
Katrina- That's right! Now, give me my twenty bucks! I win the bet!
Author's Note: Okay, there's the first official chapter! Sorry about how short is is, but hey, I thought it was a little funny. And if you don't think it was funny and you think I am a horrible person for putting this online or even thing up this crap, here are two suggestions of what you should do next!
Lighten up!
SHOVE IT UP YOUR $$!
