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.