Toilet Paper

AN/ Okay, so I was really really bored. Can you tell when I'm bored writing? I think that's when I write my strangest things…

Disclaimer: Me: Do I look like James Patterson to you?

Samm: YESS!!

Me: Gasp! I do not look like an old man!

Third person

"MMMAAAXXX!!" Iggy screamed, coming out of the bathroom. Oh jeeze, He was crying again. "How! How could you do this to me?" I was going to have to approach this calmly. We were all suspecting drug abuse for the reason that Iggy was acting so strange.

"Do what, Iggy?" I asked cautiously. He pouted. Wow, now that's creepy.

"THERE IS NOO MORE TOOOIIILLLEEETTT PPPAAAPPPERRR!!" He screamed. "How could you do this to me? How could you use up all the toilet paper, Max?" Me? Why the heck was he blaming me for this? I smacked my forehead.

"I just bought some yesterday, Iggy." I said, rubbing my head. I swear, I was getting headaches dealing with this guy. "Lets go check." I said. I walked to the bathroom, Iggy trailing behind me, still crying. Don't ask me why.

I opened the cupboard. There were FIVE packages of toilet paper! FIVE!!

"Iggy! There is a freaking years supply of toilet paper in there!" I yelled. I turned to face him. His face was now completely devoid of tears. He just looked at me calmly for a moment.

"But I don't like that kind." Fang popped his head in the bathroom door.

"Dude, are you sniffing something." I shot him a death glare and he left. I guess I was going toilet paper shopping.