*TGS wakes to Arceus staring at him*
*Screams*
Arceus: Must you be so loud?
TGS *rapid speech translated (RST)*: yes. I'm still hyper.
Arceus: If you're still hyper from the cookie how were you asleep?
TGS*RST*: I don't know. *grabs a frying pan and tries to hit Arceus*
Arceus: *floating* Do something Darkrai!
*Darkrai appears*
Darkrai: why
Arceus: I can't kill him
Darkrai: DARK VOID
*TGS sleeps*
Darkrai: He dug up the poems for the case of extreme writers' block?
Arceus: Yes. I'm first on the list. From Nothing
From nothing
Comes one
From one
Comes many
From many
Comes chaos
From chaos
Comes order
Arceus: Looks like I'm stuck with job of being the host for a while
Darkrai: Time for revenge *Throw TGS through a dark portal*
Arceus: TGS owns only the poems he writes.