Moppy- We Love You!
Disclaimer: I don't own Perry Saturn (that nut…) or the late Moppy.
A/N: Perry's POV.
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"NOOOO!" I scream. "Moppy!" I yell. At the screen I stare, watching my beloved mop being chopped into little bits. She was a good mop, a nice mop, never hurt a tile! Why, why oh why…
It's because of that poop eating witch, Terri. She's jealous because clouds are fluffy in the sky. And her accomplice, that Crow fellow, or whatever his name is…He's a loner because The Milky Way is creamy. You're not welcome!
Moppy was a true love—something you only have once. Her red face still is embedded in my memory. She didn't deserve to die. Why couldn't they just leave her out of this?! Now my world is done for, and there is simply no reason to go on.
Dogs and cats fall from the sky, because weathermen eat cookies. I hope the WWF feels my pain, as Moppy was the prettiest and nicest girl backstage. I don't want to believe this— She was MY mop! Not Terri's! Not Crow's! MINE, MINE, MINE!
And now she is gone. Prunes are wrinkled, because coffee is decaf. I am so mad right now, I want to break something. I want to break someone's neck! I will get revenge, I will get revenge, I will get revenge…
You're welcome.