Well all what you are about to read requires a bit of background information. The Vengefull Buddah is me of course, and imp is better known as Ink n' Imp. Ian is a friend of ours who after graduating last year went on to a higher education in merry ol' England. Imp and I are both high school students and this story takes place in an empty classroom after I have enlisted the help of my compatriot Imp in writing my scrolls of wisdom. Remember this is all real. While the situation may be fictitious our personalities are frighteningly realistic.

            "If you quote that one more time, I will be forced to rip out your ribcage and wear it as a hat." said Imp calmly and matter-of-factly said.

            "The all powerful Buddah will quote whom she wishes when she wishes and do not presume to tell me otherwise, mortal." Buddah said testily.  "Now!  Continuing writing!"

Imp turned sulkily turned back to her papers. A large stack lay before her and she wearily picked up the abandoned pen.

"And do not grumble!" Buddah added as a closing point.  "You are treading dangerously close to my wrath.  You should be happier to assist in the monumental task of helping me with my holy book."

            "The blessing is too great – my puny human brain cannot handle it. I really am not worthy of this honor," Imp lied as she put the pen down again and tried to get out of her seat.

            The Vengefull Buddah clamped her hand down on Imp's shoulder and pushed her down into the seat.

            "Write! Or my wrath you shall suffer!"

            "Listen. Its not that I don't want to be your er…'most holy consecrated scribe'.  Its just that I have homework to do and my own stories to write," Imp said as she slowly backed towards the door using her notebook as a shield.

            "YOU WILL WRITE OR YOU WILL PERISH!!" Buddah bellowed, her green eyes snapping. She seemed to grow taller suddenly, and more threatening.

            "God damn it! You stole that effect from Lord of the Rings!"  Imp yelled, suddenly to angry to cower.

            Buddah shrank back down. "No I didn't." She retorted quickly, her eyes glancing around nervously.

            "Yes you did! Gandalf did that! You copied Gandalf!" Imp yelled back, her fists cletched.

            "Gandalf was my mentor!" Buddah bellowed in hurt rage. "He raised me from a little demi-god to the awesome power I am now!"

            "I'm sure no apprentice of Gandalf's would have gotten a C+ on their chemistry exam!" Imp taunted.

            "Whore of Babylon!" Buddah yelled

            "Padawada Princess!" Imp yelled back, finally snapping. She tossed the stack of paper to the ground in a fury, and proceeded to stamp all over the loose sheets. "Write your own damn book!"

            In a rare display of absolute loss of patience and true power, Buddah used her mind to slam the door and lock it before Imp could reach it.

            "Oh cute trick!  Once again, plagiarizing Lord of the Rings!" yelled Imp, fuming at this point.  "Open the door before I go Sauruman on your ass!"

            "I'd like to see you try! You are but a mere mortal, Imp… you cannot compare!"

            "Oh really?" An evil grin spread across Imp's face.

Tune in soon for the next chapter!!