CHAPTER 2
Once upon a time, there was a woman named Bob. Her parents had been drunk when they named her, so she had a kind of strange name for a woman. Anyway, Bob had a great career, a great husband (named Barbara), and was living the life of luxury. You see, Bob was a great novelist. She wrote stories left and right, and was always busy writing. She usually finished 20 novels a year. She wrote all kinds of stories, action, horror, romance, and comedy. The only problem with her life was that Bob is schizophrenic, and each of her personalities wrote different types of stories. Being schizophrenic wasn't too bad. Until now. The part of her that wrote horror stories sometimes felt murderous, and the action-story-writing part of her always wanted action. So it didn't want to live in a great mansion, writing stories all day. The horror and action parts of her teamed up, and sometimes when she was sleeping, took control. She didn't even know it, but during the night, action and horror would wake her up, and take her to rob banks. Soon she was even richer, but she had no idea why! So one day she was lying in her bed, writing a story, as usual, when her husband Barbara came in and asked her why on Earth she had been getting up in the middle of the night and coming back with bags upon bags of cash. She didn't know either, so they went to a doctor. He said that she was schizophrenic, but she already knew that. So then he told her to take some medicine to control her other personalities. She took it, and after a little while she started to only have one personality. But then another problem struck: she couldn't write stories anymore. But this was soon to be solved when Barbara got a job as a chauffer. Since the people who he drove around were so rich, he got huge tips, and could support both him and Bob.