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Mello had just tried, and failed, talking to two very cute girls that were his own age. As he walked away, defeated, he heard them say he was unmanly.
He stormed into his room. 'Unmanly? They said I was unmanly! Just because I want Matt to be my queen, and just because I look like a girl, and my hair is long, and I use a blow-dryer, and sometimes wear woman's clothes, and paint my nails, does not mean I am unmanly! Woman's clothes are so much more comfy! How can you be unmanly when you… don't… work for the mob?'
He grabbed a chocolate and munched on it for a while. Matt walked into the room. 'Hey, Mello. Those girls out there said that you were talking to them about hairspray.'
'So what if I was! Matt, do you consider me unmanly?'
'Ye… uhhh… no, not at all.' Matt said.
'Thank you. I agree. How can I prove that?' He thought for a few seconds, then a light appeared on top of his head.
'Wow, how did you do that?'
'Magic. I can do it again, look! And again, and again, and again.' There where now five light bulbs on the floor. 'Let's go outside. It's raining, so we need umbrellas. Hey, it's like that song! Ella, ella, ella.' They stepped carefully around the light bulbs. 'I like umbrellas. They keep my beautiful hair dry. But, once I opened one inside. Not good. It gave me so much bad luck. First, it broke a lamp when I opened it, then a cat jumped on my head and scratched me a lot. A bunch of other stuff happened too. It wasn't good. But my hair was dry.'
Matt didn't hear any of this, as usual, because he had ear plugs in. So, he unluckily opened his umbrella. It hit a lamp on the desk. The lamp fell, and broke into a million pieces. He opened a door to stuff it in, and the room behind the door was very unorganized. If he didn't know any better, Matt would say that this was his and Mello's room.
'Wow.' Mello was staring at the room. There was books, pants, plates, pencils, papers, something moldy, and a lot more on the floor. 'That is one unorganized room. It's more unorganized then your side of our room. How could people live like that? They're pigs! Unorganisation is a fun word to say. Kinda like Bungalow. And Falafel. And banana. It's long, too. Like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. And antidisestablishmentarianism. I think that word is unorganized. Too many letters. To confusing. Now I'm confusing myself! AHHHHH!'
Matt saw Mello's lips moving, but didn't hear a word. He walked outside while Mello continued to rant. Well, technically it wasn't a rant, as Mello pointed out a few chapters ago. Matt didn't know what a world without ear plugs would be like. It must be horrible. Of course, if they didn't have earplugs, they must not have a Mello, because anyone who met Mello would invent earplugs.
They got outside. It was dark and raining. Mello opened his umbrella ella ella. It had a very large hole in it. He frowned and talked a little. Matt couldn't hear a word. Mello went inside. Matt took out his earplugs out in time to hear Mello say, 'My other umbrella must be under my bed…'
A few minutes later, Matt heard a sound coming from his bedroom window. 'Owwwww! Stupid light bulbs!'