4#: Digger's Turn

I know you people are all mad at me for once again saying the same bullracdrops I keep on saying. THAT'S WHY this time I'm going to run a list of the people I'd like to thank for reviewing: Katana The Hedgehog, Insane Rice Of The Cosmos, Mothwing's Love, Shadow Sora94, Owlipoppen, Ih8bush.

I don't think I forgot anyone.

Enjoy!

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Yet another humbly quiet moment on the same spot of the huge tree, until a burrowing owl came into appearance.

"Could this be the place where the band instructed me to meet them?" Digger asked himself, when just as the three previous owls, he looks at the tree.

"Normally, the ground's my turf, but hey! Let's try flying for once!" Digger told himself and immediately flew upon the branch.

"Quite comfy" Digger said, just in the nick of time for the KYS guy to start:

Know

Know your

Know your stars

Know your

Know

"I'll take that as a compliment, thank you!" Replied Digger, looking up.

Digger.

He named himself after an official mascot of a London Irish rugby football club.

"Um, yeah, nice try! I'm on to your so-called shenanigans, and I can tell you right now" Digger began.

"I am NOT going to fall for tha-"

Digger.

He dies in in the sixth book when Metal Beak drowns him in a tub of delicious tapioca pudding.

"Are you smoking leafs? I never died that way! HAGSMIRE! It's Kludd who dies in the sixth book when Twilight- RACDROPS! NOW LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!! Is it too late to say "spoiler alert" ?" Asked Digger, nearly nervous.

As always, a few seconds passed just enough for Digger to ask "Hello! Are you still there? Gees this is eccentric!"

Digger.

Does fan service for Harry Potter owls only.

"Okay, I don't exactly know what you just said, but I'm sure it had to do with something perverted, right? RIGHT?!" Yelled Digger.

Look's like Hedwig's Christmas wish came true after all ;).

"WHO THE BAGONGA IS HEDWIG?!" Digger asked.

Digger looked around, in hopes that would help him find out where the guy was.

"Seriously, this person needs to sort his priorities" Digger told himself.

Digger.

Has no idea what the carvings on the tree say.

"What? You mean these carved hieroglyphic like letters on this tree? Of course I know how to read them!" Digger exclaimed.

Then prove it.

"All right then! I will!" Retaliated Digger as he cleared his throat, and read the words out loud:

I almost forgot to thank J.T. Miller as well. Thanks. I'm gay and I like to masturbate multiple times daily.

From the very second Digger finished, he stood there for five more seconds before he uttered a word.

"Your dead meat, pilgrim, COME OUT ALREADY!!" Digger yelled furiously.

"Yeah! You're too weak to fight! Is that it? What are you going to do after I call you a neo maxi wuss, huh? NOTHING! Yeah, that's what I-"

Digger.

Likes to call all the viewers and reviewers of this story who are girls his "hoes"

"Yeah, like anyone's going to believe-" But before Digger could finish, an angry mob was heard.

"LET'S GET HIM!!" They yelled.

Once Digger's eyes widened from that lovely sight he just consumed, he flew down from the tree.

"Well, like my brother used to say before he was made shish kabobs by Jatt and Jut "When the fun is done, you'd better run!"" Digger told himself, and ran off.

"I never said that you twat!" Proclaimed the scroom of Digger's brother.

Now you know

Digger.

"NO THEY DON- Oh, why do I even scrabble?" Digger told himself, and ran off.

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Once more, that be it!

I just hope it sounded like it was written.

With twice the effort than the last.

Either way, thanks for reading!

And see you again in a couple of weeks!