E/N: HIYA!!! Read this story, it's good! So, as you probably alredy geussed, I am this bozo's jerks thumb over to RBW story editor.
A/N: what th-
E/N: Language!
A/N: first I'm no bozo!
E/N: sure
A/N: second!
E/N:quickly corrects author's lazy spelling for readers' benefit
A/N: you're mean sis! back to the second. okay secondly
E/N: shoving away author. Laughs head off.
A/N: ... where was i?
E/N: Introducing the story. winks at audience
A/N: now secondly whats rdw?
E/N: sighs heavily RBW means Roast Beef Writer, dumby.gets smacked on the head Ow!
A/N: oh. okay. read the story please.
E/N: ...It won't always be like this. I think. Read and Review, porfavor!
Friday August 11,
I awoke on a lab table. "What the..-" I was cut of by a whitecoat.
"Look, it's awake." he said. He, of course, had a white coat, spectacles, weird shoes, and blond hair. But to me, he was a animal with an insurmountable amount of stupidity!
I glared. "Mmmmmhhhh!" I growled.
He looked infinately astonished.
"It mmmmmhhh'd'!" he shrieked.
"You're an idiot." I mumbled. His eyes widened.
Oops? Did he hear that? Oh well, serves him right. I rolled my eyes.
"It...it...it….-" then he was cut off.
"Harold! What did I say about messing with expirements?! Well, did it do anything while you were here?" This new man was chubby, old, and probably even more stupid.
"Go away!" I yelled. And with that I rolled over onto my side and covered myself with the thin sheet of paper that was lying over me. Both of the whitecoats fell to the ground, shocked.
I guess that answered his question.
"Harold! This is incredible! This one is a success. We will celebrate tonight."
I jerked upright. "Party? Am I invited?" I turned my head slightly to the right. (A/N:Man she can do that a lot.)
"Well, in a way." Chubby paused, then addded, "Do you like dogs?"
I smiled. "Yes." Actually, I was just guessing what the hell those were. The other guy - Mr. Idiot - smiled.
And not a friendly one at that. What a shame! Tisk! Tisk!
"Well then, you're going to like what your going into the party with." Mr. Idiot narrowed his eyes.
I'm guessing this is pay back for the idiot comment. But he had it coming. Mabey not from me, but still. Maybe if I didn't tell him this, then maybe his girlfriend would have. Does he even have a girlfriend? It's very rare when a whitecoat gets a girlfriend. It's like watching something on Discovery Channel. Very rare and educational. Or is it? By the way what the fuck is Discovery Channel? she thought.
A/N: Haha hehehe...I left you on a hanger! I left you on a hanger!
E/N: ...ignore her. She's a little crazy. hands RBW a cookie. So, I think that if you read this, you should at least tell us if it was good, bad, or, like, so/so. Try to be gentle-ish. RBW's still rather new at this. We would both appreciate any critism, or helpful info you guys and gals have to offer.
A/N: munch, munch. that was a dull cookie. R&R. R&R
E/N: ungrateful brat. R&R ...OW! gets smacked on the head...again. you folks better review. I'm getting injuries editing this for you!