So, this idea came to me really randomly, and decided to write it down. It's not really written in story format, more like a chatroom format. But w/e.

For any of you who care, my dad ordered a skip to be dropped off today, and I spent all day helping him fill it with random junk and old pieces of building material (which we have A LOT of, thanks to my dad being a builder). This stuff has been outside for over 3 years, and so some of it was really gross.

The worst bit was probably the bugs that had made a home under all of the wood. I don't mind bugs, in fact I love watching them, but when you're carrying a really heavy piece of wood over your head, and all these bugs drop off the bottom onto your face... well, that is gross. And I have dirt in places that I didn't even know could get dirty o.o

But anyway, you probably don't care, so onwards and upwards!

Disclaimer: *pokes MR book* It doesn't say VOID on the cover, does it?

Me: -poofs magically into the Max Ride book- Yo, Flockadoodles.

Max: Ahh! Who are you? And where did you come from? –gets into karate stance-

Me: I'm Void. I can't tell you where I'm from though, or all the people reading this will know where I live too. –waves at readers-

Max: -sigh- We've got ourselves another crazy fan. –pushes Iggy in front- You take care of it this time.

-Rest of the flock flies away-

Iggy: -gulps- You're not going to kidnap me, like Fang was, are you?

Me: Pssh, no way. I'd rather follow you guys around annoyingly. And anyway, that was Saint.

-Silence-

Iggy: I'm bored.

Me: -nods- Oh, I hear that jokes help when you're bored!

Iggy: Okay. Um, Knock Knock?

Me: Come in!

Iggy: You're supposed to ask 'Who's there?'!

Me: Why? I know it's you, silly.

Iggy: -slaps forehead- Okay, let's try something different. What do you call a cow that can't produce milk?

Me: Oooh! I know! A bull.

Iggy: ...Not quite. An Udder Failure! Get it? Hahaha! Get it?

Me: Um, no.

Iggy: Udder instead of utter. Udder as in the place milk comes from...?

Me: I thought that was my fridge. –is confused-

Iggy: -slaps forehead-

Me: -still thinking about cow joke- Was it meant to be like that Ding Dong joke?

Iggy: It's Knock Knock!

Me: Come in!

Iggy: -slaps forehead- Just laugh, okay?

Me: Ha ha ha.

Iggy: Like you mean it.

Me: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Iggy: -slaps forehead- Not like a maniac! Make it... lower.

Me: Ho ho ho?

Iggy: -sigh- Now you sound like Santa Claus.

Me: ZOMG! WHERE, WHERE, WHERE?!? –looks around-

Iggy: This conversation is like trying to tell a brick wall a joke. It's crazy.

Me: Yeah, I mean, only crazy people talk to inanimate objects. Like brick walls, for instance. And trying to tell said brick wall a joke is even crazier.

Iggy: -sigh- Now I can see why Max told me to get rid of you.

-long silence-

Me: OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! GUESS WHAT?!?

Iggy: What?

Me: Peanuts.

Okay, so it was random. And weird. And I'm not actually that stupid... though the random weirdness sure is 100% me.

R&R? Please? Ideas for what could happen during my stay with the flock?

I could have written it in the proper story format, but meh.

Btw, check out my other fanfics & vote on my poll? Thanks in advance!