Epilogue
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Jack's fall was cushioned by the fluffiness of the white unicorn's rainbow wings. An annoying little teddy bear appeared out of nowhere with a box of laundry detergent and pointed to the wings.
"Now that's Snuggly-soft!" said the bear. Setsuna, who had decided to jump to her death in a Shakespeare-esque ending rather than lose her dear kicksta-I mean, of course, Jack, fell on top of the little bear, whose stuffing flew out in all directions. Everyone cheered, even the dead unicorn.
"Marry me, Setsuna!" said Jack.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because the author promised her friend that we'd get married, and she needs an impromptu way to get us hitched."
Setsuna shrugged. "Ok," she said.
The two got married and had seventeen children, all of which Setsuna sent away to military school in Iraq so that they could defeat all idiotic southern presidents that the US might have. The children ended up destroying Bush and returning Clinton to his former position. They figured that an adulterer that could lead a country would be better than an idiot that could only declare war on countries with wanted materials and say/do idiotic things such as proposing to make another emergency line (119) for dyslexic people, not fully understanding the disease. Dumbass. Bill Clinton advised the authoress to get back to her story, and so she did.
Jessifer was sentenced to only come out once a month like she usually did, causing Popuri and her sea monkeys of the West great anguish. The authoress was arrested for stealing material from The Wizard of Oz. She was bailed out by her pet chinchilla, Frank.
Kent was lost in the mayor's fat, much to the dismay of Playboy magazine, who lost a regular customer.
Karen joined Alcoholics Anonymous. To avoid further temptation from her family's vineyard, she joined a secluded little convent in the southern part of France. The authoress was again arrested for using material from Cabaret. Her only words were "Don't tell mama." The police decided to forbid her from continuing this epilogue, as it's getting rather boring, and the authoress keeps stealing material from movies and/or plays.
Her parting words: "Goodbye, goodbye! I'll miss you most of all, Scarecrow!"
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Jack's fall was cushioned by the fluffiness of the white unicorn's rainbow wings. An annoying little teddy bear appeared out of nowhere with a box of laundry detergent and pointed to the wings.
"Now that's Snuggly-soft!" said the bear. Setsuna, who had decided to jump to her death in a Shakespeare-esque ending rather than lose her dear kicksta-I mean, of course, Jack, fell on top of the little bear, whose stuffing flew out in all directions. Everyone cheered, even the dead unicorn.
"Marry me, Setsuna!" said Jack.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because the author promised her friend that we'd get married, and she needs an impromptu way to get us hitched."
Setsuna shrugged. "Ok," she said.
The two got married and had seventeen children, all of which Setsuna sent away to military school in Iraq so that they could defeat all idiotic southern presidents that the US might have. The children ended up destroying Bush and returning Clinton to his former position. They figured that an adulterer that could lead a country would be better than an idiot that could only declare war on countries with wanted materials and say/do idiotic things such as proposing to make another emergency line (119) for dyslexic people, not fully understanding the disease. Dumbass. Bill Clinton advised the authoress to get back to her story, and so she did.
Jessifer was sentenced to only come out once a month like she usually did, causing Popuri and her sea monkeys of the West great anguish. The authoress was arrested for stealing material from The Wizard of Oz. She was bailed out by her pet chinchilla, Frank.
Kent was lost in the mayor's fat, much to the dismay of Playboy magazine, who lost a regular customer.
Karen joined Alcoholics Anonymous. To avoid further temptation from her family's vineyard, she joined a secluded little convent in the southern part of France. The authoress was again arrested for using material from Cabaret. Her only words were "Don't tell mama." The police decided to forbid her from continuing this epilogue, as it's getting rather boring, and the authoress keeps stealing material from movies and/or plays.
Her parting words: "Goodbye, goodbye! I'll miss you most of all, Scarecrow!"