Hello everybody. As you know, My name is Lost Animus. IT ONCE WAS KawaiiNeko 14. I chose that name, mainly, because of the fact that 'Kawaii Angel' was taken. On every place online, my name has been Kawaii Angel. I changed it to Lost Animus since it means Lost Soul in Latin, and I thought it was cool. :)

My nicknames have been in the following: Megan (my real name), Kiki, Rinae, Inarex (Rinae with an 'x'), and Kiwi. Now,if you wish to live, I suggest that you DON'T call me Kiwi. Only one person can do that, and if I knew where she lived, she wouldn't be here to make fun of me today. :)Kidding, since she is my friend. However, the name Kiwi annoys me greatly, so I suggest that you don't use it.

Now, for other things...I was born on April 13, 1994. I turned 13 on the 13th day, yet on Friday the 13th. I am 13 years old and I live in California. However, I was born in Pensacola, Florida, and moved out when I was 4 1/2. I am 5'1", weigh 92 lbs, and have brown hair, blue eyes, and freckles. I wear glasses with thin black rims and have braces. (Not for long!!) I am an Aries, for those Zodiak fans, as well as being born on the Dog year.((And yes, I am an anime fan-I also love KH and Pokemon GAMES, not anime, games.)

I am in the eighth grade in Summit Intermediate School. I get A's in all classes, with the occasional B in science and P.E. My least favorite subject is actually writing, although I love to write down my own ideas. I have two or three fairly small groups of friends, and they always look to me for advice. I am good at getting in the middle of fights and/or helping a friend (normally one main onecoughtiffanycough) with love and crushes. I am always the neutral party, listening to others and helping them with problems, and the silent one when others are gossiping. I hate few people, unless they call me names that include the 'f' word. (coughsebastiancough)

All my friends think that I am smart, although I am missing one important thing: The backbone. While I can be brave and talk to someone for my friends, I can't do it for myself. I hate talking in front of crowds, and I hate being chosen to talk in class. However, I am in Leadership at school, so I have to make announcements anyway. The thing I mainly fate for that: The Sharkie outfit. dundundun... It is hot, and extremely hard to see. I had to hold my head the entire time to see, and I tripped once.

Now, onto my family life. I have a sister, Brianna, and a mom and dad, Linda and Will (Real name is Willis, or Willy ;)) I have many pets.
I have a male mutt that is half German Shepard, half Chow, with the best temperament a dog can have. His name is Buddy, and he has a nice redish brown coat, and is a vampire/wimp dog. He will bark, but will back away as he does. He doesn't like many men. He is big, weighing around 80 lbs and is around 5 years old.
Our female dog, Sadie, well...she is as annoying as Satin and his home combined. She is a lean 30 lb dog that is half German Shepard half Terrier and has a tan/brown/yellow-orange coat, and is thin. She is a speedy demon who is the same size as Buddy.She is the opposite of him, though. While Buddy only nibbles instead of bites, she is much worse. She likes to jump on people. A lot. Almost too much. Wait, it is too much! Anyhow, she likes to jump on people's beds at night to sleep. however, her aim is extremely bad and she normally land on your stomach. I know from experience. She is hyperactive, has an iron stomach, is oblivious to pain, is a drama queen anyway, and can eat anything. And man, do I mean anything. Our family goes through two rope toys a week with her. However, she understands what you say and respects it. Sometimes.
Now, for my cats. Gosh, I hope that I'm not annoying you with this talk...I probably am. Oh well. You're reading this, not me. My cat is a-I love to rhyme- a big fat black cat whom hates hats. No, really. He is black and is indeed 15 lb fat, with beautiful green eyes. He is 5 years old, and we have had him since he was 4 months. He can be really boring and lazy about 99.999999999 of the time, but other than that, he loves attention and keeps you company. He likes to eat (duh) and likes to bug my mom by sleeping on her head. :) Did I mention that I love my cat?
Our other one is Pou-Ying. Hehe...If you put the first three letters of the cat's names together, it makes: Pou-Pea. :) Anyhow...She is a 9 year old that we have had for two years. She is white, black and brown. She is the type of cat that wants attention and to be fed at 5:00 in the morning and will do the hit-and-run maneuver. She used to go to my dad's side of the bed, meow loudly, then jump onto and run across the bed and jump down at the other end. Then she would repeat that. now, look closely at the USED TO part. The USED TO part was before my dad did what he always did and threw his boots somewhere near the cat. The USED TO part was also before he actually hit her. Twice. Then she started to just sit at the door and meow loudly. She still got hit, though. She sheds like crazy, and will kill for attention. Unfortunately for her, she keeps getting Sadie's attention, and then chased until she hides somewhere.
I also have a Leopard Gecko, named Cricket, and several (in the 100s) koi and golfish, both as big as your hand, if not bigger.

Now, for the writing. that is, if you aren't asleep yet. hears snoring Not funny, Brianna! throws boot; snoring stops cough Anyhow, the two most misspelled words of mine while typing are 'teh' and 'otehrs'. I have had to fix this about for every single 'the' in these paragraphs, which is A LOT. Right now, I am working on two stories: One for Code Lyoko, which people don't seem to like much, or the Transformer Cybertron one, which people seem to love. :) It makes me all warm inside...Anyhow, moment aside, I have otehr (see, again!) stories that I don't put into the website, or anywhere for that matter, and I don't plan to...yet.

I always daydream my stories before writing them, so I end up going crazy sometimes and completely off key. However, that sometimes makes the story better. I might add them into my plots, and I might not.
CL: My plot is pretty much a plain one, with no surprises.
TC: I might be adding one in...It is a secret though, for now...;)

Dundundun!!!!!

Have fun, for those of you still awake!!

PS: Here are some funny things. I'll add onto them as I find more to put up.

Why is it that everyone that drives slower than you is an idiot, and everyone who drives faster than you is a maniac?

Last week my cactus died. And I was like, damn, I'm less nurturing than a desert.

If a man talks and a woman isn’t there to hear him, is he still wrong?

What is the longest sentence in the English language?: I do.

A friend whose husband was stationed at Fort Bliss, in Texas, actually got a letter addressed to "Fort Ignorance."//"How did you know where to deliver it?" she asked the mailman.///"We were stumped at first," he admitted. "But then I remembered, Ignorance is bliss."

For some recruits, there is nothing basic about basic training. It was clear that one soldier in particular was not getting the hang of it when on guard duty one night, he cried out, "Halt! Don't shoot or I'll move!"

The crew of a fast frigate was practicing the man overboard drill by "rescuing" a bright orange fluorescent dummy dubbed Oscar. The captain watched as a young lieutenant nervously stopped the ship, turned it and maneuvered into place. Unfortunately, he ran right over Oscar. Surveying the remains of Oscar scattered around the ship, the captain told the lieutenant, "Son, do me a favor. If I ever fall overboard, just drop anchor and I'll swim to you."

As he reviewed pilot crash reports, my Air Force military science professor stumbled upon this understated entry: "After catastrophic engine failure, I landed long. As I had no power, the landing gear failed to deploy and no braking was available. I bounced over the stone wall at the end of the runway, struck the trailer of a truck while crossing the perimeter road, crashed through the guardrail, grazed a large pine tree, ran over a tractor parked in the adjacent field, and hit another tree. Then I lost control."

My son, Barry, came home from a three-month deployment aboard his submarine, and told us that one of the ways the sailors kept up morale was to make wooden cars out of kits and run derby races. "What do you do for a ramp?'" my husband inquired. "Don't need one," Barry said. "We just put the cars on the floor and then tilt the sub."

The topic of the day at Army Airborne School was what you should do if your parachute malfunctions. We had just gotten to the part about reserve parachutes when another student raised his hand. "If the main parachute malfunctions," he asked, "how long do we have to deploy the reserve?" Looking the trooper square in the face, the instructor replied, "The rest of your life."

During reservists' training, my commanding officer was briefing his colleagues on the battalion's mission. While he was highlighting the key objectives of our task -- serious business, aimed at motivating the troops -- he was suddenly interrupted by a ringing cell phone. The tune? "Mission Impossible."

Tax day -- April 15 -- was looming when an elderly woman showed up at my desk at the IRS. She said she required a thick stack of tax forms. "Why so many?" I asked. "My son is stationed overseas," she said. "He asked me to pick up forms for the soldiers on the base." "You shouldn't have to do this," I told her. "It's the base commander's job to make sure that his troops have access to the forms they need." "I know," said the woman. "I'm the base commander's mother."

My brother-in-law, Steve, and one of his fellow soldiers were assigned to wax the floors of their barracks. They'd heard that if they got the wax really hot, it would just glide across the floor, cutting their labor time in half. Unfortunately, as they were heating the can of wax with a cigarette lighter, it caught on fire, setting off alarms and attracting firetrucks, ambulances and the police. Steve had to report to his sergeant's office immediately. Assuming he was in big trouble, he took a deep breath as he faced his superior. But before Steve could say a word, the sergeant simply muttered, "Been there, done that. You're free to go."

Friends of ours were driving along the road one day when they collided with a camouflaged Army truck. Everyone was okay, but when asked by the soldiers what had happened, our friends told them, "We just never saw you coming."

When the Second Division set up shop in South Korea, it did so with its slogan proudly displayed at the front gate: "Second to None." A few months later, a South Korean base opened two miles down the road. The sign greeting visitors read "You are now entering the famed sector of the South Korean ROK Division, better known as 'The None Division.' "

I was proud and excited on my first day of Air Force pilot training as I walked toward the instruction facility. From a distance I could see large letters looming over the entrance: "Through these doors pass the best pilots in the world." My pride was quickly deflated, however, as I reached the threshold and read the small, scribbled cardboard sign that had been taped to the glass by a maintenance worker. It said "Please use other door."

One month into Marine Corps training in San Diego, Calif., we were preparing for a ten-mile march in 100-degree weather when a jeep drove up with a large radio in the back. "Who knows anything about radios?" our drill instructor asked. Several hands went up, and anticipating a ride in the jeep, recruits began listing their credentials. Everything from a degree in communications to a part-time job in a repair shop was declared. The DI listened to all the contenders, then pointed to the most qualified. "You," he barked. "Carry the radio."

A new computer virus is going around. Office workers everywhere will now be forced to play Solitaire with real cards.

Men can read maps better than woman. 'Cause only the male mind would conceive of one inch equaling a hundred miles.

If carrots are so good for your eyesight, how come I see so many dead rabbits on the highway?

I am not afraid of death. I just don't want to be there when it happens.

Although fighting the enemy is considered normal, the Army frowns upon fighting among the troops. So much so that after one too many battles royal, my uncle was ordered to undergo a psychiatric evaluation in which he had to endure some odd questions. "If you saw a submarine in the Sahara, what would you do?" "Well, I'd throw snowballs at it," he answered. "Where'd you get the snowballs?" the doctor asked. "Same place you got the submarine."

After leaving the regulated life of the Navy, an old friend of mine, a retired officer, took a civilian job but had trouble getting to work on time. Finally his boss asked, "What would they have said to you in your previous job about being late?" My friend answered him, "Good morning, Admiral."

The guard in Air Force basic training must check the ID of everyone who comes to the door. A trainee was standing guard when he heard a pounding on the door and the order "Let me in!" Through the window he saw the uniform of a lieutenant colonel and immediately opened up. He quickly realized his mistake."Airman! Why didn't you check for my authority to enter?" Thinking fast, the airman replied, "Sir, you'd have gotten in anyway." "What do you mean?" "Uh...the hinges on the door...they're broken, sir." "What? Show me!" With a twinkle in his eye, the airman opened the door, let the officer step out and slammed the door shut. "Airman! Open up immediately!" "Sir, may I see your authority to enter?" The airman was rewarded for outsmarting his commanding officer.

During Desert Storm, one of our co-workers was called to serve in Iraq. Upon his safe return and arrival back at work, we tied yellow ribbons around numerous trees and hung a huge sign that read "We missed you. Thank God the Iraqis did too!"

As he prepared to leave for the Gulf, my husband was complaining to a friend about his uniform. Military men are taught to care about their appearance, and the Air National Guard would be wearing desert camouflage but not the matching sand-colored utility belt. "I get it," said his friend. "You always want to look your best, even when you don't want to be seen."

It was a very emotional time for me -- my youngest son was about to leave for basic training. I took the day off so we could spend his last day as a civilian together. My son likes to pass himself off as a tough guy, but as we climbed into the car, he blurted out in a halting, sad voice, "I'm going to miss you." Well, I just about lost it. The tears flowed from my eyes as I turned to say how much I was going to miss him too. That's when I saw that he was addressing a can of Pepsi he'd just opened.

You've never seen two greener recruits than Fred and me the day we arrived for basic training. We were immediately assigned guard duty, and soon after, Fred was approached by an officer. "Halt! Who goes there?" Fred shouted. The officer identified himself and waited for a response. And waited . "What's wrong, soldier, don't you remember what comes next?" "No," Fred yelled back. "And you're not taking another step until I do."

I was visiting my parents with my new husband, a Navy frogman, when he drew me aside. "I don't think your mother likes me," he said. "I was explaining that I can't wear my wedding ring when I dive, because barracudas are attracted to shiny things and might bite off my finger. And she said, 'Well, can't you wear it on a chain around your neck?' "

On a business trip, my father approached a security checkpoint at the airport. The National Guard shift was rotating, and a guard, in full uniform, was in line in front of him. As with everybody else, the soldier was ordered to go through the metal detector. Before doing so, he handed his M-16 rifle to security personnel along with other items such as handcuffs and a flashlight. Still the alarm sounded when he walked through. Further inspection revealed a Swiss army knife inside one of his pockets. "Sorry, sir," security said to the soldier, "but this item is prohibited." Taking the knife away, the airport worker then handed him back the M-16.

Fort Monmouth in New Jersey was expecting a visit from a prominent two-star general. My husband, Bob, was in charge of decorating the lawn in front of the building where the festivities were going to be held. He had arranged to have an old, retired tank and some fake land mines placed near the entrance. Bob was standing there, overseeing the task, when an uninformed passerby paused, looked over the scene and remarked to him, "Gee, I guess they're really serious about not wanting us to walk on the grass."

During the second Gulf War, I was an Air Force colonel. I routinely flew on different aircraft to familiarize myself with their capabilities. One day I was aboard an intelligence aircraft, where each crew member was surrounded by complex gear. A young major showed me his computer screen. "That's a chat screen, sir," the soldier said. "We use it to relay enemy information to the crew -- like instant messaging." Nodding, I moved down the line. Flashing on an airman's screen several feet away was the warning: "Heads up -- the colonel is on his way!"

In the early '90s, when I was stationed at Caserma Carlo Ederle in Italy, it was very common to see soldiers riding bicycles back and forth to work. So it came as no big surprise that, after a series of painfully comic accidents, a new policy was announced, saying in summary, "Soldiers shall no longer salute officers who are engaged in the riding of a bicycle."

After drilling his platoon in the hot sun, the sergeant barked out a final order: "All right, you idiots, fall out!" The men dispersed, but one rookie stood firm. The sergeant stared as the rookie smiled and said, "There sure were a lot of them, weren't there, Sergeant?

We were asleep in our cots at Bagram Air Base in Afghanistan when exploding enemy rockets woke us up. My platoon and I threw on our fatigues, grabbed our weapons and ran to the bunker for protection. Inside the bunker, one nervous soldier lit up. "Put that cigarette out!" I ordered. "Yeah, forget the rockets," said another soldier as more rounds rocked the bunker. "That secondhand smoke'll kill ya."

Being a career soldier was not in the cards for one particular recruit. Every time he took his turn at the rifle range, he'd lift his rifle, aim at the target, fire -- and hit some tree way off in the distance. One day, despondent after claiming a number of trees but no targets, he said to the sergeant, "I think I'll just go and shoot myself." "Better take a couple of extra rounds," the sergeant shot back.

Sitting in basic communications training, we were having trouble understanding some concepts of satellite technology. "Come on, guys," the instructor said. "This isn't rocket science." After an uncomfortable pause, a courageous trainee raised his hand and said, "Sir, I'm no genius, but since we are dealing with launching satellites, I believe this actually is rocket science."

Officer candidate school at Fort Sill, Oklahoma, was tough. During an inspection, a fellow soldier received 30 demerits for a single penny found within his area. Ten demerits were for "valuables insecure," ten because the penny wasn't shined, and ten because Abraham Lincoln needed a shave.

At a tea for officers and their wives, the commanding general of a base delivered a seemingly endless oration. A young lieutenant grumbled to the woman sitting beside him, "What a pompous and unbearable old windbag that slob is!" The woman turned to him, her face red with rage. "Excuse me, Lieutenant. Do you have any idea who I am?" "No, ma'am," the man fumbled. "I am the wife of the man you just called an unbearable old windbag." "Oh," said the lieutenant. "And do you have any idea who I am?" "No," said the general's wife. "Thank God," said the lieutenant, getting up from his seat and disappearing into the crowd.

Reservists like myself always had a hard time parking on base, as most spaces were set aside for the brass. My wife never had this problem. I finally found out why after she drove me to the PX and parked in a space marked "Reserved." "See?" she said. "Just look at all the spaces they've set aside for you Reserves."

How do you stop a thief? This was the question that vexed my brother-in-law, a rugged Marine. Every morning he picked up coffee from Starbucks, and every morning that cup of coffee mysteriously disappeared from his desk. Although he never caught the bandit, he did resolve the matter. One morning, when all personnel were gathered for a staff meeting, he popped out the partial plate from his mouth and swished it around in his coffee before placing it back. His coffee was never stolen again.

The lieutenant wanted to use a pay phone but didn't have change for a dollar. He saw a private mopping the floors and asked him, "Soldier, do you have change for a dollar?" "I sure have, buddy," the private answered.Giving him a mean stare, the lieutenant said, "That's no way to address an officer. Let's try it again. Private, do you have change for a dollar?" "No, sir," the private replied.

The team of guys who packed our parachutes at Bitburg Air Base in Germany were a proud and cocky bunch. So much so, they posted this sign outside their shop: Depend on Us to Let You Down.

Following a few frantic minutes, air-traffic controllers finally made radio contact with the lost young pilot. "What was your last known position?" they asked. "When I was No. 1 for takeoff," came the reply.

I didn't enlist in the Army -- I was drafted. So I wasn't going to make life easy for anyone. During my physical, the doctor asked softly, "Can you read the letters on the wall?" "What letters?" I answered slyly. "Good," said the doctor. "You passed the hearing test."

When I worked as a medical intern in a hospital, one of my patients was an elderly man with a thick accent. It took a while before I understood that he had no health insurance. Since he was a World War II vet, I had him transported to a VA hospital, where he'd be eligible for benefits. The next day my patient was back, along with this note from the VA admitting nurse: "Right war, wrong side."

As a department head stationed on a Navy vessel, I was concerned about one of my senior enlisted men. He was a superb technician, but he had a problem taking orders. One day I took him aside and suggested he try something that had worked for me. "Whenever an officer gives you a directive that you think is stupid," I told him, "just say, 'Yes, sir.' But in your mind, think, 'You're an idiot!' Will this work for you?" He smiled at me and replied, "Yes, sir!"

My brother and I arrived at boot camp together. On the first morning, our unit was dragged out of bed by our drill sergeant and made to assemble outside. "My name's Sergeant Jackson," he snarled. "Is there anyone here who thinks he can whip me?" My six-foot-three, 280-pound brother raised his hand and said, "Yes, sir, I do." Our sergeant grabbed him by the arm and led him out in front of the group. "Men," he said, "this is my new assistant. Now, is there anyone here who thinks he can whip both of us?"

Although I knew our commanding officer hated doling out weekend passes, I thought I had a good reason. "My wife is pregnant and I want to be with her," I told the CO. Much to my surprise, he said, albeit curtly, "Permission granted." Inspired by my success, a fellow soldier also requested a weekend pass. His wife wasn't pregnant. So when the CO asked why he should grant him permission, my friend responded, "My wife is getting pregnant this weekend and I want to be with her."

Aboard the USS Tarawa for six months, my brother, Don, posted a picture of his beloved truck in his locker. Since his fellow Marines had pictures of their girlfriends up, they often ridiculed him for his object of adoration. "Laugh all you want," Don told them. "At least my truck will still be there when I get home!"

My husband, a U.S. Coast Guard pilot, was on an exchange tour with the Royal Navy in England. Everyone who drove through the base's gates was required to hold an official ID card up to the windshield for inspection by the guards. As a friendly competition, my husband's squadron started flashing different forms of ID, such as a driver's license, just to see how far they could go to fool the busy guards. The winner? The fellow who breezed past waving a piece of toast.

An Illinois man left the snowy streets of Chicago for a vacation in Florida. His wife was on a business trip and was planning to meet him there the next day. When he reached his hotel, he decided to send his wife a quick e-mail. Unable to find the scrap of paper on which he had written her e-mail address, he did his best to type it in from memory. Unfortunately, he missed one letter, and his note was directed instead to an elderly preacher's wife whose husband had passed away only the day before. When the grieving widow checked her e-mail, she took one look at the monitor, let out a piercing scream, and fell to the floor dead. At the sound, her family rushed into the room and saw this note on the screen: "Dearest Wife, Just got checked in. Everything prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Your Loving Husband. P.S. Sure is hot down here."

A man was scheduled to go before a firing squad for his crimes. The evening before his execution, he was asked what he wanted for his last meal. He refused the meal completely. The next morning the man was brought before the firing squad. When asked for his last request, the man said he had none. The general in charge of his execution asked him, ''Sir, you refused your last meal and your last request. Isn't there anything you want before you die?'' The man thought for a moment, then said, ''Music has always been an important part of my life. If I could do but one thing before I die, would you allow me to sing my favorite song from beginning to end, without interruption?'' The general thought this was a reasonable request, and ordered his men to lower their weapons and to not interrupt for the duration of the song. ''Ten million bottles of beer on the wall ...''

As a woman in the Marines, I often don't feel as feminine as when I had a civilian job in which I wore dresses and left my hair down. One day I was feeling especially depressed about this and couldn't wait to get home to change. When I arrived, I found that my friend and her 18-month-old daughter had been waiting for me. My friend is married to a Marine, and my worries about appearing less than feminine only increased when her little girl glanced up at me and yelled happily, "Daddy's home!"

My musical director wasn't happy with the performance of one of our percussionists. Repeated attempts to get the drummer to improve failed. Finally, in front of the orchestra, the director said in frustration, "When a musician just can't handle his instrument, they take it away, give him two sticks and make him a drummer!" A stage whisper was heard from the percussion section: "And if he can't handle that, they take away one of his sticks and make him a conductor."

Halfway between New York City and Washington, D.C., the train's engine fell silent."I've got good news and bad news," the conductor announced. "The bad news is we lost power." My fellow passengers groaned. "The good news," he added, "is we weren't cruising at 30,000 feet."

On his way home from work recently, my husband came upon a "Road Closed" sign. Undeterred, he maneuvered his truck around it and continued on. But he didn't get very far. The pavement ended, giving way to another, larger sign: "What Part of 'Road Closed' Didn't You Understand?"

Working as a cargo handler for a major package delivery company, I came across an express envelope with shipping instructions that puzzled me, particularly the line describing the contents. I finally realized the parcel contained some kind of manual and was addressed to a church. But at first I thought I was processing one of our company's most momentous pieces of freight. The description read: "Instructions for the Assembly of God."

About 90 fifth-graders piled into the airliner I was flying, on their way home from a school trip. Once we were in the air and the crew began trying to serve drinks, I could hear them pleading with the children to settle down so the beverages could be served and the other passengers could get some sleep. No amount of reasoning seemed to help, until I thought of the solution that actually worked: I picked up the PA mike in the cockpit and announced, "Children, this is the captain speaking. Don't make me stop this airplane and come back there."

Like many others, I LOVE funny quotes...Here are some that I found.

"I am the author of my life. Unfortunately, I am writing in pen and I can't erase my mistakes." ~Unknown

"Say that again and you're dead fish!" ~ Odd Della Robbia

"3 out of 2 people don't understand fractions." ~Unknown

"You'd better dig deep for a better set of balls, 'cause you're going to need them." ~Lucy from Live Free or Die Hard

Odd: Would you be ready to die for Yumi, Ulrich?
Ulrich: Better believe it. Well, um, that is...
Yumi: Hi. What are you guys talking about?
Odd: Oh, about tragedy and true love, and Ulrich was just saying...
Ulrich: That it's totally idiotic.

"There are three types of people in the world. Those who can count, and those who can't." ~Unknown

"That's what I like best about you Caboose. You either don't understand, or don't care."
"I don't get what you just said, but I don't think it matters." ~Tucker and Caboose from Red Vs. Blue

Simmons: Both of you, SHUT UP, you're running. I'm calling Red command for confirmation.
Sister: Why are you calling Red Command?
Simmons:(slowly) For. Con-fer-ma-tion. Stop asking questions.
Sister: Why do you keep talking about them? Why don't you call our guys?
Grif: Our guys?
Sister: Yeah! The Blue guys!
Simmons: Excuse me, the whazawhat?
Grif:(softly) The blue guys...
Sister: Yeah, the Blue guys. The ones who sent me here; in the big ship!
Simmons: Uhh...Grif?
Grif: Uhh...yeah. this might be a bad time to bring up the fact that my sister is color blind.
Simmons: What?!
Sister: (whispering very loudly) I don't get it..What's the gray guy all upset about?
Simmons: The girl can't be colorblind!
Sister: Yeah? Well they say girls can't ejaculate either, but guess what?!
Grif: Yeah! Wait, what?
...(break)
Simmons: No wait, get me a shovel! Oh, Sergeant's gonna be pissed...
Grif: Hey Simmons, if she isn't here for Sarge, then who the hell is she here to replace?
~ Red vs Blue, from when Red team talks to Sister.

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