Why are you reading this? You really should stop. This story has no educational, entertaining, or nutritional value. The only reason this exists in the first place is because I was bored with the world in general, and wanted to lower my IQ few points. I suppose to do that I could have listened to Donald Trump or Justin Bieber, but... *shrug*

Anyway, there's no point to this. It's not a story; it's a dump for words. See?

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Antidisestablishmentarianism

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Yes, those are words.

It's also a dump for ideas. See?

What about...a car that runs on light?

What about...a book made out of chocolate?

What about...a gun that shoots fireworks?

Those would be awesome.

But now I have to do something so that trolls won't report me. (Although, I might be considered a troll, myself.)

So here's a plot.

The Seven are on a big robot ship. They are fighting empousai. They kill them. Leo makes tacos.

How awesome was that?

Now let's talk about something. How about two things.

First, let's talk about Trump being an idiot. A total idiot. He says things that don't make sense, that aren't true, and he doesn't have what it takes to be POTUS. He will ruin the world. He already has, really. Did y'all know that he's filed for bankruptcy multiple times? It's true. And he says he's a good businessman...

Next, let's talk about my fourth favorite thing in the world. Chocolate. Chocolate was discovered and invented by the Aztecs. They called it chocolatl. It was a bitter drink, made from cacao and milk and chili pepper. No sugar. Then the Europeans came and improved on it, eventually discovering the bar we all know and love today.

Now I'm going to waste your time.

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There you go.

This is useless and meaningless.

This is a waste of your life.

You should just leave now.

You should really do something more productive, such as staring a blank wall for half an hour, or twiddling your thumbs.

Now I shall recite a poem.

A poem.

Thank you, thank you, everyone. *bows* *catches flowers*

Okay! That's it for now! You shouldn't have read any of this.