I do not own Gravy but I wish i did... it tastes good.

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Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess named yukikinakamojohooheeha. But because it was such a long name most people called her Yuki. dsahdjewdsdcsx..dhwe987t2vb8suncnueqwijcfekcg,jku9edfwyolfcjdfiogydajmf9vcdsa.

"What the heck kinda crack have I been smoking?" Yuki spazzed and deleted all the two sentences, three if you include the gibberish. He sighed and flopped back in his chair "Stupid artist block!" He ran his fingers through his long golden locks, but because they were as thick as piano wires his fingers were all sliced off. "OMG!" He shrieked and stood up quickly. "AAAH! MY FINGERS! WHERE ARE MY FINGERS! OHMYGAWD AAAHHHH NOOOO HOW CAN I WRITE ANYTHING NOW?" He stared at his belooved laptop, not caring that the author spelled beloved wrong. "OH BOOHOO" He sniveled like a sniveling, sad, sappy, soggy, scented, sarcastic, snaky, stinky, small, sour, sick, spirally... person. Hah alliteration! Anywhoo the point is he was devastated.

Meanwhile a person by the name of Larry was walking from door to door selling artificial fingers. "Ding-a Dong-a" The doorbell chimed, and Yuki went to answer it. "Hello?" He asked, opening the door, blood flowing down the beautiful door, oh how majestic. So red and... brown. Ah yes the color of brown, now doesn't that bring back fond memories, days of running, and playing, jumping, skipping, breathing, blinking, eating, excreting waste... ahem... any ways the door was beautiful and Yuki was not. Get it? Got it? Good, now on with the show! Larry held up six beautifully sculpted yams and held them in Yukis face. Yuki made a Yuki face and hit the yams which made the Yams sad. So they all boohooed and shriveled up into yamsins, which reminded Yuki of Crasins. "I like crasins" he said and licked his lips, strangely enough his tongue was violet which ment he had been eating lilacs not long ago. Larry smiled and stuck ten fingers on Yuki's hand and then stitched them on which was painful but Larry didn't care. Then Yuki left to go buy crasins while Larry went to the next door and rang the doorbell.

"Who is it?" A frightening voice chimed from inside the house... but that's another story for another time and place. Where the birds don't fly, kiwis eat lemonade, and the sun sets when the moon rises.

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Okay so I hope you enjoyed!