Iggy doesn't get enough attention. Iggy is a lonely blind bird kid. Iggy is really bored. NP thinks this is a good idea for a fanfic.
I don't own. Wait, yes I do! I just realized that I'm a semi-old rich guy named James Patterson...ummmm, nevermind. Let's just say I don't own, kay?
Iggy: You really scare me, ya know?
NP: I scare everybody. It's expected of me. Get used to it.
Iggy: Well what if I can't?
NP: Then you should just deal, because you are my prisoner! Mwuhahahahaha!
Iggy: That laugh is really creepy and slightly disturbing
NP: How? I have an awesome evil laugh! Wanna hear it again?
Iggy: No! Please no! I have a much better evil laugh. I'm the one who practically creates bombs for a living! Remember?
NP: No. You run for your life for a living. So there. Making bombs is a hobby
Iggy: Whatever. Just start the story.
NP: What story?
Iggy: Um, the one your posting.
NP: Riight, I should get on writing that...
::What Not To Do If You Are A Blind Pyro Bird Kid::
Written by Me, with (forced) help from Iggy
Iggy was bored. He and the flock were at the airport, waiting for Dr. Martinez to fly in. Max was glaring at anybody with hairy faces, and Fang was trying to tell her that those same people were not Erasers. Nudge was taking Angel and Total to go get some airport food, Gazzy was in the bathroom, and poor Iggy was all alone. He decided to go out looking for something to do. Nobody was paying attention to him, so he decided to sneak away.
Using his other senses, he found an empty supply closet. Picking the lock easily, he stepped inside. He began feeling around inside, and leaped with joy.
"Yippee!" He said. He had just found a key ingredient to make a stink bomb. Using the parts he always carried around in his sock (Max never checked there) he began building. Using his super mutant hearing skills, he heard voices outside. One of them sounded somewhat like Gazzy's. Somebody opened the door.
"HEY! Kid, what are you doing in here?!?" The deep, powerful voice demanded. Iggy just smiled.
"I know it's just you imitating someone Gaz. Come help me build this bomb." Suddenly, he felt something huge and heavy hurling toward him. The thing reached down, and he heard it calling for backup. Maybe it wasn't the Gasman...
Iggy: That was mean!
NP: Well, you shouldn't have been making a bomb in an airport
Iggy: You made me!
NP: Yeah, well, Tomatoes, Squirrels
Iggy: What?
NP: You know that saying!
Iggy: Um, don't you mean, "Tomaytoes, Tomautoes?"
NP: Yeah, but it's Tomatoes Squirrels!
Iggy: No, because "Tomaytoes, Tomautoes" means that one person can say one version of something, and someone can say something else, but mean the same thing.
NP: Exactly! You say tomato, I say squirrel!
Iggy: But their not the same!
NP: You have so much to learn, young Iggy!
Iggy: But I'm older than you!
NP: Eh, irrelevant! Read on, my furry penguins!
Iggy: Okay, no more mountain dew!
NP: Shut up bird!
Iggy: I feel sad and depressed now. If you don't want me to be sad and depressed, you should review!
NP: Yeah. What the emo mutant said.