This is an argument between Mal and Mizel. And Tayten and Tristan get involved. These are characters from my original story that I am working on, and they are all It people. No gender whatsoever, but I refer to them as he's or she's merely because it would be very difficult to keep saying "it did this," or "it did that with a pile of crap," or "it is pretty much awesome". Yeah. Happy Little Ditty number four. And it isn't fanfiction at all. It's just retarded.
The group of Its were talking, all huddled in a little circle around a campfire. "Well, I wonder what we are and why we can't have babies," pondered Tayten. Tristan rolled his eyes, and shoved her playfully.
"What the heck are babies?" asked Mizel. Mal glared at him.
"Well, stupid, babies are what female people give away. They get babies from their, erm, butts, and by crapping the little maggots out," she explained.
"What! That's not how it works! Cranes come and drop off the babies!" argued Tristan.
"But where do the cranes get the babies?" Mal shot back.
"What the heck is a crane?" asked Tayten, but they ignored her. Mizel gasped.
"What?" Tristan glared at him expectantly.
"We're shemales!"
"No, we're not, stupid." Mal looked at him like he was an alien. "We're its."
"What? We're shemales! That's why we can't have babies!"
"No, we're not. We're its. If we were shemales, we would have parts!"
"Yeah? So? I have parts! I can flash!" Mizel stood up, and tore his clothes off. There was nothing there. Only skin. Plain skin. Mal laughed.
"See? You don't have any parts!"
"What's flashing?" Tayten asked, not getting a clue. Tristan just shook his head, and laid down. She shrugged, and laid down too.
"See? These are parts!"
"No they're not!"
"Yes they are!"
"We're its!"
"Shemales!"
"Its!"
"Shemales!"
"ITS!"
"SHEMALES!"
"ITS!" Tayten and Tristan could feel the ground shake as Mal jumped on Mizel, knocking him over, and they wrestled for about a minute, until they both got up again.
"SHEMALES!" Mizel screamed, but Mal contradicted him again.
"ITS!" The ground shook with her fury. She bounded onto him again, but, on accident, landed them both onto Tayten and Tristan, and they all got into a scurmish. In the end, Mizel was the worst off, with a huge black eye, a bruise where he cut himself on a rock the first time Mal jumped on him, and a big scratch where Mal had clawed at him with her fingernails. Mal wasn't too bad, with only a bloody nose. Tayten had managed to come out unscathed, while Tristan had a few cuts and bruises.
"How about we are Itmaelshes?" Tayten suggested, and Mal and Mizel agreed.
"Okay."
"Good idea." And they shook hands. And they all went to sleep.
These are characters from an original story I am making, but I thought it would be fitting to put random crap into my "Happy Little Ditties" since it IS MY story! Yeah. Isn't it exciting. There's no special treat for you this time, you lousy non-reviewing people! Except Nemesis88. You're cool.
