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We join Mike just as he saw himself in the porter's mirror.
Mike: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Porter: Oh, sorry. That's just a face that Blanco left on it when he looked into it. Just a minute, I'll clean it off.
Mike: I think I'm gonna be sick. =-P
The porter spat on the mirror and wiped it off with his sleeve. Then he held it back up. Mike looked into it.
Mike: Not to bad.
Mike was wearing a green plaid and tan-gray pants with green shoes. He had gray hair with brown eyes pointing upward and right with the oddest nose you've ever seen.
Mike: I have some questions. First, why am I looking upward and right when I'm seeing you? Second, what's wrong with my nose?! I have no nostrils yet I could probably smell you from nine miles off. Finally, why am I smiling even though I'm not that happy?
The porter shrugged.
Porter: Ida know.
Mike: Oh well.
Mike started to walk away from the station when a cartoony raccoon ran up to Mike.
Mike: I can tell I'm gonna hate you.
Tom Nook: Greetings!
Mike: Yup.
Tom just ignored the comment and talked on.
Tom Nook: I thought I wouldn't make it to your train in time. I'm Tom Nook! A friend of mine called me from the train and told me you need a house!
Mike: I'm REALLY gonna hate you.
Tom Nook: Come with me and I'll show you a house.
Mike: What the heck, stupid forest animal. I'll follow you so I can see how many insult I can use on you until you freak out. (
Tom clenched his teeth and started walking to the houses. Mike followed Tom Nook closely so he could step on Tom's heels.
FLASH! Tom Nook's daydream.
Tom's teeth and mouth size tripled as he turned around and ate Mike.
FLASH!
Mike, who saw the daydream in a thought cloud over Tom Nook's head: You have some problems.
At this point, Tom wasn't paying attention and was walking into a signboard. Mike, on the other hand, was already picking a house.
Mike: HEY TOM!
Tom snapped out of his daydream.
Tom: I haven't paid my taxes in decades! Oh, it's just you Mike. So have you picked a house yet?
Mike: Yeah, I'll take this big one!
Mike points at a very well developed house.
Tom: Actually, that one's already owned. Sam owns it. She's a human to!
Mike: Then that one with the blue roof will do.
Tom Nook: Okay, let's check out the price.
Tom whips out a calculator bigger that the house.
Tom: Carry the two, multiply by how greedy I am, and add $4574354039 for no reason. Okay, it only comes to $757465438397658554859837587693848684574256984689875675476456745545457457543 9856487526849876548364783876549248643489504958055799755379535976796597698762 5797795656798569856987657747584876574387564657649878754879667567547577846575 65477658743657843569829865986985798753297532565265685372357457575379538753.9 5!
Mike's brain: HOLY beep!
Mike's brain faints.
Mike: Erk.
Tom under his breath: Sucker.
Tom: So give me your money.
Mike: Are you drooling?
Tom: Uh, no?
Mike: All I have is $12.53.
Tom: WHAT!
Mike: All. . .I. . . have. . .is. . .$12.63.
Tom: Well, that's not enough.
Mike: Wow Tom! I think you may know subtraction!
Tom: I know! You can work for ME!
FLASH!
186497 years later.
Mike is bearded and wearing old people clothes and is still being told what to do by Tom.
Mike muttering as he's mopping a futuristic floor: Stock this, clean that.
Mike to Tom: How much more money do I have to work off?
The screen pans off to see a rotting zombie that was once a raccoon lying in a wheelchair (OF THE FUTURE!) with a tube running from it's arm into a bag of liquid on a pole.
Tom in a creepy, un-dead, hi-pitched voice: Still $6757957955650655775755749076754. Now stock this and clean that!
His green, rotten lower jaw falls right off!
FLASH!
Mike: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Because of the force of the yell, Tom was splattered against the door of the house diagonal of Mike's.
Tom in a withered voice: Okay, 75% off, just because you're such a talented speaker. Ow.
Mike: Cool.
Tom pops off the door and stumbles over to Mike.
Tom: Though, your still gonna have to work for me.
Mike moans.
Tom: Well, I'll see you in acre A-5!
Tom sprints away from Mike.
Mike yelling to Tom: WHAT'S AN ACRE A-5?!
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Her stories include Like a Prayer (A Star Wars fan fic about a female Jedi- in-training), 1,000 Pink butterflies (A Lord of the Rings fan fic 'bout 2 Elvin princesses), and Life (A war poem).
A/N: Hi everybody! I hope you all have been enjoying Animal X-ing. Please, if you have any ideas or suggestions just review them. I'll take good ones or bad ones, as long as the review has a reason to write a flame review. Constructive criticism is one thing; random evilness is totally different. Now back to Animal X-ing!
We join Mike just as he saw himself in the porter's mirror.
Mike: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Porter: Oh, sorry. That's just a face that Blanco left on it when he looked into it. Just a minute, I'll clean it off.
Mike: I think I'm gonna be sick. =-P
The porter spat on the mirror and wiped it off with his sleeve. Then he held it back up. Mike looked into it.
Mike: Not to bad.
Mike was wearing a green plaid and tan-gray pants with green shoes. He had gray hair with brown eyes pointing upward and right with the oddest nose you've ever seen.
Mike: I have some questions. First, why am I looking upward and right when I'm seeing you? Second, what's wrong with my nose?! I have no nostrils yet I could probably smell you from nine miles off. Finally, why am I smiling even though I'm not that happy?
The porter shrugged.
Porter: Ida know.
Mike: Oh well.
Mike started to walk away from the station when a cartoony raccoon ran up to Mike.
Mike: I can tell I'm gonna hate you.
Tom Nook: Greetings!
Mike: Yup.
Tom just ignored the comment and talked on.
Tom Nook: I thought I wouldn't make it to your train in time. I'm Tom Nook! A friend of mine called me from the train and told me you need a house!
Mike: I'm REALLY gonna hate you.
Tom Nook: Come with me and I'll show you a house.
Mike: What the heck, stupid forest animal. I'll follow you so I can see how many insult I can use on you until you freak out. (
Tom clenched his teeth and started walking to the houses. Mike followed Tom Nook closely so he could step on Tom's heels.
FLASH! Tom Nook's daydream.
Tom's teeth and mouth size tripled as he turned around and ate Mike.
FLASH!
Mike, who saw the daydream in a thought cloud over Tom Nook's head: You have some problems.
At this point, Tom wasn't paying attention and was walking into a signboard. Mike, on the other hand, was already picking a house.
Mike: HEY TOM!
Tom snapped out of his daydream.
Tom: I haven't paid my taxes in decades! Oh, it's just you Mike. So have you picked a house yet?
Mike: Yeah, I'll take this big one!
Mike points at a very well developed house.
Tom: Actually, that one's already owned. Sam owns it. She's a human to!
Mike: Then that one with the blue roof will do.
Tom Nook: Okay, let's check out the price.
Tom whips out a calculator bigger that the house.
Tom: Carry the two, multiply by how greedy I am, and add $4574354039 for no reason. Okay, it only comes to $757465438397658554859837587693848684574256984689875675476456745545457457543 9856487526849876548364783876549248643489504958055799755379535976796597698762 5797795656798569856987657747584876574387564657649878754879667567547577846575 65477658743657843569829865986985798753297532565265685372357457575379538753.9 5!
Mike's brain: HOLY beep!
Mike's brain faints.
Mike: Erk.
Tom under his breath: Sucker.
Tom: So give me your money.
Mike: Are you drooling?
Tom: Uh, no?
Mike: All I have is $12.53.
Tom: WHAT!
Mike: All. . .I. . . have. . .is. . .$12.63.
Tom: Well, that's not enough.
Mike: Wow Tom! I think you may know subtraction!
Tom: I know! You can work for ME!
FLASH!
186497 years later.
Mike is bearded and wearing old people clothes and is still being told what to do by Tom.
Mike muttering as he's mopping a futuristic floor: Stock this, clean that.
Mike to Tom: How much more money do I have to work off?
The screen pans off to see a rotting zombie that was once a raccoon lying in a wheelchair (OF THE FUTURE!) with a tube running from it's arm into a bag of liquid on a pole.
Tom in a creepy, un-dead, hi-pitched voice: Still $6757957955650655775755749076754. Now stock this and clean that!
His green, rotten lower jaw falls right off!
FLASH!
Mike: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Because of the force of the yell, Tom was splattered against the door of the house diagonal of Mike's.
Tom in a withered voice: Okay, 75% off, just because you're such a talented speaker. Ow.
Mike: Cool.
Tom pops off the door and stumbles over to Mike.
Tom: Though, your still gonna have to work for me.
Mike moans.
Tom: Well, I'll see you in acre A-5!
Tom sprints away from Mike.
Mike yelling to Tom: WHAT'S AN ACRE A-5?!