Ong considers contributing to society for a moment
Ong looked up at the sky, his eyes burning when he stared into the sun. He long dreamed of being the
first person to be on the Sun, and dreaming for a long time of being the first person to be on the sun.
He figured that he could go at night, when the sun turns off. (if you live in austrailia its different because
the sun is off in the day but they call it night because they use metric time) Ong sat back, relaxed, and
poured himself 6 seconds of 22 degrees robot milk. Ong thought for a moment. "If I touched the sun I
could firebreast it and make a nipple on the sun." Then kaahatta sayd "don't do that you already have
my boobage." Kahahhta, being slightly more smart than Ong, was right.
Ong and kkka decided that after considering deep philosophical questions, they would make a brief
boobcation to ba sing watcha sayaaaaay. They arrived in the town as swiftly as Delzin if he had the
power to turn into a cloud of moths. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH," sayd Ong. He was thoughoughly
impressed with his ability to picture the entire city if it were made out of carefully stacked fan letters
addressed to Tommy Wiseau and Santa Christ. Kaahahha told him that he should go buy some cabbage.
The cabbage touched the dirty floor! Just a single inch ago, cabbeges flew through the air like that one
time that I opened my locker and there was a spring loaded thing in it that launched foam dinosaur
stickers and I was like wtf but then I realized that I could put them on any math test and it counts as like
an A++ and I win at school.
Ong touched one of the cabbeges and said "looky likey booby." Kkahhaaa compared the zises. She
said yes. Ong looked all around him. For once in his life, he appreciated how amazing human ingenuity
was in forwarding the society he lived in. He had a deeper understanding of his surroundings, taking in
everything that made this place special.
The next thing that Ong did will blow your mind like my girlfiend Ronqueshah blows my weewee
(yeah I livin the good life suck it bitch) anyways Ong saw the most amazing rapper he had ever seen.
The orchestral voice spoke an infinite array of magnificent cords. Each note he brought forth further
entranced Aang and Katara, sending them into a state of awe.
Lyrics: (everyone in the world will know these soon out of its immense popularity)
MC fiyabenda yeah that's me
I lightin' goblets in the school of wizardry
No one got nothin' on this MC
Burnin' books and marshmellows
Don't ya know?
I got this under contro'
Then, out of nowhere, came the rapping duo of the century. Santa Christ and Tommy Wiseau entered
magestically upon their eagles, as graceful as butter glides through my diet in eighth grade and makes
me festively plump all year round
The Marshmellow Kidz started saying their famous intro.
Marshmellow Kidzs don't run from a fight!
We stick until the very end, Aiight!
And if you bring the heat, we just might explode
'Cause fire plus sugar equals MINI INFERNO!
MC Fiyabenda's retort
You wanna play that game
You wanna build yo fame?
It's gonna be you who gets the flame
'I kill posers like you just for fun
Now Imma go Fahrenheit 451
A great surge of fire erupted in the nearby vicinity. Ong gazed into the consuming flames. He watched
in awe, and partially in disgust, at Tommy Wiseau and Santa Christ burning. He just remained there,
digesting his emotions. He had no accurate way of dealing with the gravity of the situation. The weight
of the universe was imposed upon him. He had no way of breaking free, trapped in a vexing, perpetual
loop of confusion. He stumbled and fell, his perception of reality shifting. He looked at his hands. What
had they done? They had too many scars from too many days.
