Hey there Special Humans! Finally, an update. Rejoice.

Me: Iggy! I is so boreddd! D!

Iggy: Where are we?

Me: Kayla's house.

Iggy: WHAT? But she's SCARY!

Me: Chillax, quiemosabe! She's asleep.

Iggy: But it's early...

Me: I know! It's only eleven! And yes, that's at night. I have insomnia.

Iggy: Um, I know that.

Me: Well I'm not talking to you, now am I!

Iggy: Then who are you talking to, Frank?

Me: I am, of course, speaking directly to the sole reviewer of my pride'n'joy, (Winging It) Kayla!

Iggy: She knows that too.

Me: FINE! If you must be so difficult, then I'm talking to Glenn.

Iggy: And who's Glenn? Let me guess - your new wildebeest? Or another unicorn?

Me: No, silly! Stabby is the wildebeest. And two unicorns is all my magical creatures license allows. Fortunately, my lawyer Jaden is working on that! (Jaden is my honorary nephew. He's six months old.) Glenn is the friendly chulupa!

Iggy: You haven't gotten a review for this story since you were dating Arnold.

Me: *Gags* Ah yes. Asshole Arnold, as he is now known as, dumped me for Kayla months ago. His nickname was changed from Scottie to other references, such as Asshole, Dickwad, and Man-whore. Long freakin' story.

Iggy: Dude, why is there a bird chirping outside? It's like midnight-ish. And it's the dead of winter.

Me: *Giggles* Because it saw your pick-up truck.

Iggy: ...What?

Me: You know the song "Ninety-nine Biker Friends"?

Iggy: Yeah?

Me: The part where it goes "Such a big man / Such a little chick / I think it all goes back to your tiny- PICK-UP TRUCK in the driveway!"? Hehe.

Iggy: *Facepalm* Are you saying a chickadee was turned on into singing by my monster truck?

Me: Yes, pretty much.

Iggy: Eh, not as bad as your and Kayla's crackfic.

Me: *Bursts out laughing* Should we give them a sample?

Iggy: N-

Me: TOO SLOW! Warning: What you are about to see makes no sense at all, is very naughty and OOC and some will find it quite disturbing. It involves my OC Snow IMing Dylan about Iggy. It also contains the worst grammar since the Harry Potter fic 'My Immortal' was deleted. Be afraid. Be very afraid...


Snow: BAWLS TA YOUU~!

Dylan: i HAVE BALLS IN MY PANTS!

Snow: i kno.

Dylan: O_O hoe wid jew noes?

Snow: iggg1 tode meh so. Glare.

Dylan: oooohh hei smuxy rite?

Snow: ikr. hes mity fien.

Dylan: lolz, dis true, youz gutz spunk yoz kno dat?, iggg1 got da purty butty!(Booty or body...)

Snow: Hehehe.


Iggy: Okay, at least you didn't show them the worst part.

Me: Oh you mean this part?

Iggy: DON-


Snow: wutevs. keep dat ting in yur pants til max tells u 2 taek it owt.


Me: Just be glad I didn't show them the whole passage...

Iggy: *Facepalm* Your friends are so perverted.

Me: So are you.

Iggy: I'm still not as bad as you guys.

Me: I s'pose so. Anyhoodles, I'm getting tirederer.

Iggy: Shock. Is it just me, or does talking to me put you to sleep?

Me: That's a stupid question. Either way it would be you.

Iggy: Prove it if you can!

Me: *Sniffs hand* Kayla sprayed my hands repeatedly with perfume and now it smells bad.

Iggy: Way to avoid the command.

Me: I'm not talking to you, remember?

Iggy: You are now.

Me: No I'm not.

Iggy: You just did.

Me: LIAR!

Iggy: I'm cold.

Me: Look who's avoiding it now! Want a hug?

Iggy: No.

Me: Too bad! *Hugs*