WARNING: This story has drug use, violence, excessive blood in some cases and a lot of swearing. It may or may not contain sex, I haven't decided yet.

My name is Saoirse (SEER-sha) and I'm 19. I choose to divulge this information freely, as I have been an avid FF author on other sites for the past 7 years now, and this is my first for the disney website. PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW

summary: randall boggs has had enough of the human world and has to do quite a lot to get back to his own. He meets someone rather eccentric who has taken his place and she hates EVERYONE.

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Storm clouds littered the balmy and otherwise blue sky and the sun beat down harsh as usual. It's cold, buttery yellow rays barely touched ground though; rain was coming.

Rain was somethign Randall Boggs understood quite well by now.

He turned his pale lavender scales a few shades darker to avoid sunburn, with the result being he turned violet. He sat under the shade of some sort of tree that was being strangled with gray mossy stuff and the shade cooled him down somewhat. He watched his scenery.

He had been banished to some godforsaken place in what appeared to be Florida. There were palm trees here and there but it was mostly swamp. It must be the freaking everglades.

One thing he knew besides rain was alligators.

Of all the human creatures he could be compared to, he didn't think he was that bad. Their cold, unblinking eyes and oversized fangs... at least he had eyelids! And they never ceased to give him trouble. Snapping at him when he got too near the water or else trying to come onto him during the mating season, he HATED alligartors.

Another thing he knew besides rain and alligators was hate.

He hated Sullivan and Wazowski for what they did to him, banishing him without proper authority. How did they know he didn't have his own responsibilities?? Even now, he had been away for at least six months. Granted he didn't have any children, but he had car payments and rent and things to pay, what had become of all his things?

DAMN those two. DAMN them to the very deepest levels of hell.

He squinted off into the distance, shading his eyes with one three-fingered hand and saw it begin to rain. It was humid, sticky rain and it brought no comfort from the heat.

While he was on the subject of hate, he also hated July.

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I think I'm going for a more cynical, sarcastic approach here.