The Afterlife
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By Redwall-hare
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DISCLAIMER: Brian Jacques wrote Redwall, not me.
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Tipsol: Ooh am I in the afterlife?
Ra: Yes.
Tipsol: WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS?
Ra: .
Tipsol: Not this again. Ra, TELL ME!
Ra: Go and look.
Tipsol: Oh cool I can like float around! Weeeeeee! I'm swimming!
Ra: Good luck.
Tipsol: Don't ruin my groove! *glares* Weeeeeeee!
Ra: *cough* *pop*
Tipsol: Heehee!
Hurdor: Hoi, gurt 'ero!
Tipsol: Oh Hurdor you're alive!
Hurdor: Err no oi'm not! Oi'm a hallucination!
Tipsol: Um so like where's the real you?
Fake Hurdor: Go an' finds oi afore oi purish forever!
Tipsol: So where do I look?
Fake Hurdor: Follow ee riddle from other 'ero, an' don' think thart much fer it, burr no!
Tipsol: Um okieee…
Fake Hurdor: G'bye and gudd luk to ee! *pop*
Tipsol: Other hero, hmmm? That's it! Martin!
Martin: Hello, young Tipsol. You were looking for your friends?
Tipsol: Yes, Hurdor.
Martin: What about the poor mouse Petunia?
Tipsol: Um whatever.
Martin: SO, you're just leaving her behind?
Tipsol: It would take less time…
Martin: Well I happen to know the mouse Petunia is the lordess of the Afterlife and is worshipped by everyone over here. Even Ra. And she heard what you said. Goodbye.
Tipsol: No don't leave me!
Martin: Tough luck. *pop*
Petunia: Servants, carry me to the traitor! *afterlife people carry her to Tipsol* SO, planning to leave me behind, eh? And just how are you going to get out of here?
Tipsol: Martin.
Petunia: You rely too much on Martin! Blaaah, everyone her worships me, so you must revert!
Tipsol: *cough* Whatever.
Petunia: And what happened to the wot's?
Tipsol: It's hard speaking hare all the time.
Petunia: Oh, a lazy bum now are you?
Tipsol: Basically, wot!
Petunia: That's more like it.
Tipsol: I knew that were you like the goddess of the afterlife anyways so I didn't want to… bally disturb you and make you come back to the real world! Heh… yes, I was being ever so thoughtful as to leave you here where everyone worships you! … wot wot!
Petunia: DIE!
Tipsol: No no no!
Hurdor: Hoi, gurt hare-brained fernd!
Tipsol: Run Hurdor she's going to kill us! *runs away*
Hurdor: Oh no! Oi don't loiks this! *runs away*
Petunia: You can run but you can't hide!
Hurdor: Let's run noiw, else we get eatened!
Tipsol: *blink* Huh?
Hurdor: She's a cannibal mouse, she is, burr aye!
Tipsol: Well it was a good thing I didn't bring her back home! Hurry, they're catching up!
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A/N: Yay now I know how to do HTML thanks to Yuna! *huggles Yuna* Woohoo! (
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By Redwall-hare
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DISCLAIMER: Brian Jacques wrote Redwall, not me.
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Tipsol: Ooh am I in the afterlife?
Ra: Yes.
Tipsol: WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS?
Ra: .
Tipsol: Not this again. Ra, TELL ME!
Ra: Go and look.
Tipsol: Oh cool I can like float around! Weeeeeee! I'm swimming!
Ra: Good luck.
Tipsol: Don't ruin my groove! *glares* Weeeeeeee!
Ra: *cough* *pop*
Tipsol: Heehee!
Hurdor: Hoi, gurt 'ero!
Tipsol: Oh Hurdor you're alive!
Hurdor: Err no oi'm not! Oi'm a hallucination!
Tipsol: Um so like where's the real you?
Fake Hurdor: Go an' finds oi afore oi purish forever!
Tipsol: So where do I look?
Fake Hurdor: Follow ee riddle from other 'ero, an' don' think thart much fer it, burr no!
Tipsol: Um okieee…
Fake Hurdor: G'bye and gudd luk to ee! *pop*
Tipsol: Other hero, hmmm? That's it! Martin!
Martin: Hello, young Tipsol. You were looking for your friends?
Tipsol: Yes, Hurdor.
Martin: What about the poor mouse Petunia?
Tipsol: Um whatever.
Martin: SO, you're just leaving her behind?
Tipsol: It would take less time…
Martin: Well I happen to know the mouse Petunia is the lordess of the Afterlife and is worshipped by everyone over here. Even Ra. And she heard what you said. Goodbye.
Tipsol: No don't leave me!
Martin: Tough luck. *pop*
Petunia: Servants, carry me to the traitor! *afterlife people carry her to Tipsol* SO, planning to leave me behind, eh? And just how are you going to get out of here?
Tipsol: Martin.
Petunia: You rely too much on Martin! Blaaah, everyone her worships me, so you must revert!
Tipsol: *cough* Whatever.
Petunia: And what happened to the wot's?
Tipsol: It's hard speaking hare all the time.
Petunia: Oh, a lazy bum now are you?
Tipsol: Basically, wot!
Petunia: That's more like it.
Tipsol: I knew that were you like the goddess of the afterlife anyways so I didn't want to… bally disturb you and make you come back to the real world! Heh… yes, I was being ever so thoughtful as to leave you here where everyone worships you! … wot wot!
Petunia: DIE!
Tipsol: No no no!
Hurdor: Hoi, gurt hare-brained fernd!
Tipsol: Run Hurdor she's going to kill us! *runs away*
Hurdor: Oh no! Oi don't loiks this! *runs away*
Petunia: You can run but you can't hide!
Hurdor: Let's run noiw, else we get eatened!
Tipsol: *blink* Huh?
Hurdor: She's a cannibal mouse, she is, burr aye!
Tipsol: Well it was a good thing I didn't bring her back home! Hurry, they're catching up!
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A/N: Yay now I know how to do HTML thanks to Yuna! *huggles Yuna* Woohoo! (