The Conversation

Typed by M.A. Darkling



*Mei runs out of the room, screaming the following:*

Mei: I DON'T OWN FINAL FANTASY NINE, OKAY???????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WAS FRAMED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HONEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I OWN NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Note: This story is audio-only. That means that it's like standing in the next room, when you can hear them, but not see them. Kay?





"Well? What do you think?"

"It's . . . creepy."

"What should we do with it?"

"I dunno."

"I say we chop it into many pieces and toss in the moat."

"Zidane!"

"What?"

"It doesn't look like it would float!"

"Wait until it's in pieces."

"Zidane!"

"What?!"

"That's not nice!"

"It doesn't look like we can chop it into pieces, anyway."

"It's square."

"And black."

"Ooh, and it's got something on it."

"What does it say?"

"HP 5th, Manuscript."

"That all?"

"Yeah."

"Hey, it's got paper inside."

"With writing."

"Can you read it, Dagger?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"It's not Gaian."

"Oh."

"What should we do with it?"

"I wanna throw it in the moat."

"Fine."



END



AN: Guess what they are talking about! ^_~