WB: I'm going to be trying something out!
Myself: A one hundred chapter fanfiction.
I: We're actually going to finish it too!
WB: Quick note, I'll probably make it in the following fashions. A.) The chapters will not interact with each other unless I specifically say so. B.) I will only be doing these in my spare time (meaning when I have something that sounds good but I want to make an actual fanfic however won't lengthen). And C.) It will take a very long time to finish because of reason B.
Me: So ya, we're actually doing this.
All: WE OWN NOTHING! EVERYONE BELONGS TO JOHN FLANAGAN!
"Space space space space space space space space space dot." Will muttered.
"What are you doing?" Halt asked, befuddled.
"There's this thing called a computer but it won't be invented for another century or something like that and so I'm making a hypothesis thing predicting how many spaces it will take to put a dot on the opposite side of the page you started on, like this," Will said, holding up a piece of parchment he'd been writing on. There was a single dot on the left side of the paper and very small number written in the appropriate spacing places. Halt just looked on, still befuddled.
"Whatever," Halt said under his breath. "Make sure you get your chores done."
"Hey, Halt," Will said, his face lighting up with unasked questions. "Why doesn't "sure" have an "h" in it?"
"Because English is stupid." Halt sighed, seeing that Will was on the verge of another question.
"Why is it called English when we're Araluens?"
"Because the original Araluens were stupid!"