Intro

Ok. The first thing you should know is that my name is Troghus. You say you can't pronounce it? Well ain't that offencive. but anyways, here ya' go: (TRO-gus)
I live my life as one of those good ol' miners. I live in the town of Wortantville. I mine a precious diamond called Wortanthos. Its worth is ten times the amount of platinum. Its color is electric blue and it is see through! (a cheesy rhyme; I was in the mood.) My house is located about... a few blocks away from the mining hole. (not to be mistaken with regular old blocks. You know! street sized blocks!) I was able to walk to my job every day.
My house looks like one rock stacked against another (right-side up) with two rocks on the side. They are connected together by super-mega-gigantic size rubber bands and jam. (to give that blueberry smell.) It was pretty cheep! didn't have to pay for shipping. The rock that is on top of everything is hollow- such as the one on the bottom (well obviously, because if not, it would just be a rock and not a house!) with a little door made of totally scratched-up wood (scratched because of the local neighborhood cat) and looks like it would fall off any second.
Now me, I look like a big ol' chunk of muscle packed with the original dirty, miner clothes, enclosed with a few buttons and zippers here and there. Add a body and a brain, and, "hey, look, its Troghus!" Don't forget that helmet!
Now I'm all ready to go to work. The clothes, the anvil, the toolbox, and my feet to walk me there. But guess who's there to stop me? (well, you don't know, I only introduced one character to the story! unless you read ahead, which is possible.) My neighbor. Who is goin' to the same job as me. And what a goody-two shoes he is, man!
If you were like me, average, normal and such, your brain will implode among itself and catch your body on fire until your a crisp. His face seems to have smile-wrinkles. his cheeks a blushy-red. his eyes are 7 inches from his mouth and look like a up-side-down smile. He laughs at everything! He smiles all the dang time, man! His voice seems to be very high pitched- but loud! and his arms and legs seem to move in wavy way, and he's skinny! How can a miner be skinny? Phew. I think I made my point now. So let's get on with the story.
Wait! I almost forgot. His name is Takbug! (well, his name is easy to pronounce.)
As I walk, I look at the house of Takbug. The shape is like a large rectangle (vertical) and has windows, doors everything! BUT, it is pink. Pink, man! Its covered in flower designs and trees, too. (well doesn't that ruin a house? well at least in my opinion. I would of rather made it grey, than- I can't even say the word.)
That's when Takbug comes out of nowhere and encounters me. I try to walk through, but then he blocks me, again. I was goin' walk backwards for full power, just when he yells in my face, "Ho ya doin' Trogis?"
I sigh. "you pronounce my name Troghus!"
"how was your day? Great? You get up well? How was your day?"
"Its 6 o'clock in the mornin, Tak." (Tak is his nickname.)
"Fine, fine. How was your morning? Was it great? You eat well?"
I sighed even loader this time. "yes, I did." I groaned.
"Oh! Ok thats great, Troghis!"
"Troghi- dang, its Troghus, yes!" Tak chuckles.
"Ok, hahaha ha!"
I mutter while he walks very closely and cautiously next to me, until we reach our mining hole. When all of a sudden, my toolbox flies right out of my hand!