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Guest: I thought of this thing for weeks and if I did copy and paste it then it would be on here all that time, so no I didn't copy and paste it. Also I know it's the actually story, I'm just trying my best to make it look like it happens in The Amazing World of Gumball and matches the characters. I'm just trying to do my best here. They already did this on The Simpsons.

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, Carrie was pondering, weak and weary,

Over many quaint and curious stories of forgotten lore.

While she nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

as of someone gently rapping at her bedroom door.

"A visitor," Carrie muttered in sorrow, "tapping on my bedroom door.

Only this, and nothing more."

Distinctly, she had to remember it was in the bleak December,

and each separate dying ember brought the shadows on the floor.

Eagerly she wished the morrow, vainly she just had to borrow,

since her books brought an end to her sorrow for the past Elmore.

For the nice and peaceful town the people named Elmore.

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain of each black curtain,

filled her with terrors never felt before.

To stop her soul from chilling, she repeated the words her head was filling,

"A visitor entreating entrance at my bedroom door.

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my bedroom door.

It is that, and nothing more."

Slowly, her soul grew stronger, hesitating then no longer,

"Dad," Carrie said, "or Mom, truly your forgiveness I implore.

But the fact is I was napping, so gently you came rapping,

and so faintly you started tapping at my bedroom door.

That I was sure I heard you." Then slowly she opened her door.

Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into the darkness peering, long she stood there wondering, fearing,

and doubting, dreaming dreams that nobody has ever dreamed before.

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

and the only work spoken was the whispered word. "Elmore?"

Carrie whispered it, and an echo murmured back the word, "Elmore!"

Merely that, and nothing more.

Back into the bedroom churning, Carrie felt like her soul was burning,

soon again she heard a tapping much louder than before.

"Surely," Carrie said, "surely that is at my window lattice,

Let me see, what's there, and this mystery explore.

Let my soul not chill for a moment and this mystery explore.

I hope it's the wind, and nothing more."

Open here she flung the shutter, when, with a flirt and flutter,

in there stood a stately Raven of the ancient days of yore.

Not the least respectful made he, not a minute stopped or stayed he,

but, with demeanor of lord or lady, landed above her bedroom door.

Landed on Carrie's new bust of Pallas right about her bedroom door.

Landed, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling her sad face into smiling,

By the grave and stern appearance of the countenance it wore.

"Though my crest be shorn and shaven, you," Carrie said, "are no craven,

ghastly grim and ancient raven wondering from the nightly shore.

Tell me what is your name of the night's Plutonian shore."

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Then Carrie floated engaged in guessing, but there's no syllable expressing

to the Raven whose fiery eyes now burned her ghostly core.

This and more she sat divining, with her head at ease reclining

on the bed that the lamp-light gloated o'er

But whose bed with the lamp-light gloated o'er?

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then she thought the air got denser, perfumed by an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.

"Wretch," Carrie cried, "God had lent me, by these angels he had sent me

respite and nepenthe, from my memories of Elmore!

Drink, oh drink this kind forgetfulness and forget the lost Elmore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" Carrie said, "bird of evil, prophet still, if bird or devil!

Whether Tempter sent, or tossed you here ashore,

desolate yet undaunted, in this old house enchanted

on this home by all Horrors haunted, tell me truly, I implore

are there...are there palm trees in Florida? Tell me, tell me, I implore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet," Carrie said, "bird of evil, prophet still, if bird or devil!

By Heaven that bends above us, by God we all adore

tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant heaven,

it shall cleanse a sainted town that the people call Elmore.

Cleanse the nice and peaceful town the people call Elmore."

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"So that word's our sign of departing, bird or enemy," Carrie shrieked, angry and upstarting

"Go back to the tempest and the night's Plutonian shore!

Don't leave a black feather as a token of that lie my soul had spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken and get off the bust of my door!

Take my anger from my afterlife, and my form from my door!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still its staying, still its sitting

on the pale looking bust of Pallas just above her bedroom door.

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,

and the lamp-light o'er him streaming brings his shadow to the floor.

And Carrie's soul from within the shadow that remains floating on the floor,

Shall be lifted, nevermore.