Wow, somebody got the platypus thing right. It was ornitorrinco. Thank you
Spanish Dictionary! Yeah, I M N Invader, I'll let you kill somebody soon,
okay? You gotta wait though...Sorry. ( I hate making people wait.
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Spooky: **looks at notepad where all deaths are written down at** **eye bulge** What did I get myself into? WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO??? Ow...**Audience member throws a coke can at her** Fine, I'll stop rambling.**mutters gibberish** People really want to see Ms. Bitters kill people. Well, quite a lot of people. So, Ms. Bitters, can you please step out again?
(Ms. Bitters steps out of nowhere. I have no clue where she came from)
Spooky: Angelica (from the Rugrats), Tommy (also from the Rugrats), Ed (from Ed, Edd, and Eddy), **tries to read handwriting** Oh, that's all. Anyway..Ms. Bitters, here is your fish.
Ms. Bitters: Doomed child, you gave me....a fish?
Spooky: Yes, yes I did. AND I'M NOT A CHILD! **hisses all scary-like** saria64 wanted Ed to die by a fish. SO there! **Sticks tongue out immaturely** Yeah, Ed, get out and walk over to the arena.
(Ms. Bitters and Ed walk over to the arena, well, actually she chased Ed but that doesn't matter. Spooky isn't paying much attention to them, more or less interested in the stuff she is gonna download. Ms. Bitters hisses and Ed stands there, and says something stupid that sounds like "Is there corn in you ears, mister?". Ms. Bitters looks mad at the remark, and smacks Ed with the fish. Spooky's attention snaps back toward the fight and yells "ya know, ED stands for Emotionally Disturbed." The two ignore her, well, Ms. Bitters ignores her, and Ed is to stupid to do that. Ms. Bitters is now smacking Ed with the fish repeatedly and Ed falls over. Ms. Bitters lays the fish on his head, then she steps on the fish. This move kills him.)
Spooky: **attention focused on WinMix** WHAT?!?! I'M GONNA DOWNLOAD "the Nightmare Begins" whether you like it or not! **clicks mouse repeatedly** **audience stares at her, she comes back to reality** Oh yeah, I'm hosting a show. **chuckles** Um, next death is...Tommy. Yes, Tommy. Him. **eyes fill with hatred** Kill him Ms. Bitters. KILL HIM!!!!!
Ms. Bitters: Don't I need a doomed weapon?
Spooky: Oh yeah...
(THE Showcase pops up. The items in it are: an oven, paper clip, and a pillow)
Ms. Bitters: I want the oven.
Spooky: **stares** Okay..Whatever..EEK PAPERCLIP GUY! **Paper clip guy from Microsoft Word** **hides him quickly**
Audience: **are used to sudden insane outbursts by now**
(Ms. Bitters moves the oven to the center of the arena, while Tommy is just crawling around, like babies do. She plugs the oven up and picks up Tommy. Tommy smiles happily, thinking that there are cookies in the oven. Ms. Bitters sticks the baby in the oven, and turns the knob to "broil". A couple of minutes later, you hear Tommy's screams from inside the oven. Ms. Bitters smiles evilly, and opens the door, so the crowd can see the remains of the evil toddler.)
Spooky: Am I done yet? **looks at list** **sighs** Nope..I don't think I'll ever be done...Oh, yay! Angelica! I hate her so much! She is such a snob and deserves to die! SHE DESRVES IT SO MUCH! Ms. Bitters, please choose the remaining weapons.
Ms. Bitters: The.[dun dun dun dunnnnnnn] paper clip of doom!
Spooky: Good choice. Now begin your killing, please.
(Angelica and Ms. Bitters go to the arena. Ms. Bitters unfolds the paper clip, making it all straight and stuff. Angelica is brushing her kitty, and Ms. Bitters heads towards her. Angelica is oblivious to the fact that the creepy teacher is about to stab her with the paper clip. The teacher starts stabbing her stomach, and blood gushes out. Angelica dies.)
Spooky: Yay! She's dead! Go away Ms. Bitters, and never come back!
(Ms. Bitters flies threw the wall)
Spooky: I bet my story is going from bad to worse, isn't it? Well, I'm not hyper right now, so that may be the problem. Oh well. Review anyway! Damn it! I lost that list! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO WRITE THAT LIST? DO you? No, you don't. Actually, it only took 3 minutes to write but..
Note to people: Spooky stands for The Spooky Chihuahua, I'm just to damn lazy to write that every single time..
Note to People2: I'm writing these deaths because the reviews command me! THEY COMMAND ME! **Eye twitches** Now please continue your sorry lives and review my story. REVIEW!
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Spooky: **looks at notepad where all deaths are written down at** **eye bulge** What did I get myself into? WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO??? Ow...**Audience member throws a coke can at her** Fine, I'll stop rambling.**mutters gibberish** People really want to see Ms. Bitters kill people. Well, quite a lot of people. So, Ms. Bitters, can you please step out again?
(Ms. Bitters steps out of nowhere. I have no clue where she came from)
Spooky: Angelica (from the Rugrats), Tommy (also from the Rugrats), Ed (from Ed, Edd, and Eddy), **tries to read handwriting** Oh, that's all. Anyway..Ms. Bitters, here is your fish.
Ms. Bitters: Doomed child, you gave me....a fish?
Spooky: Yes, yes I did. AND I'M NOT A CHILD! **hisses all scary-like** saria64 wanted Ed to die by a fish. SO there! **Sticks tongue out immaturely** Yeah, Ed, get out and walk over to the arena.
(Ms. Bitters and Ed walk over to the arena, well, actually she chased Ed but that doesn't matter. Spooky isn't paying much attention to them, more or less interested in the stuff she is gonna download. Ms. Bitters hisses and Ed stands there, and says something stupid that sounds like "Is there corn in you ears, mister?". Ms. Bitters looks mad at the remark, and smacks Ed with the fish. Spooky's attention snaps back toward the fight and yells "ya know, ED stands for Emotionally Disturbed." The two ignore her, well, Ms. Bitters ignores her, and Ed is to stupid to do that. Ms. Bitters is now smacking Ed with the fish repeatedly and Ed falls over. Ms. Bitters lays the fish on his head, then she steps on the fish. This move kills him.)
Spooky: **attention focused on WinMix** WHAT?!?! I'M GONNA DOWNLOAD "the Nightmare Begins" whether you like it or not! **clicks mouse repeatedly** **audience stares at her, she comes back to reality** Oh yeah, I'm hosting a show. **chuckles** Um, next death is...Tommy. Yes, Tommy. Him. **eyes fill with hatred** Kill him Ms. Bitters. KILL HIM!!!!!
Ms. Bitters: Don't I need a doomed weapon?
Spooky: Oh yeah...
(THE Showcase pops up. The items in it are: an oven, paper clip, and a pillow)
Ms. Bitters: I want the oven.
Spooky: **stares** Okay..Whatever..EEK PAPERCLIP GUY! **Paper clip guy from Microsoft Word** **hides him quickly**
Audience: **are used to sudden insane outbursts by now**
(Ms. Bitters moves the oven to the center of the arena, while Tommy is just crawling around, like babies do. She plugs the oven up and picks up Tommy. Tommy smiles happily, thinking that there are cookies in the oven. Ms. Bitters sticks the baby in the oven, and turns the knob to "broil". A couple of minutes later, you hear Tommy's screams from inside the oven. Ms. Bitters smiles evilly, and opens the door, so the crowd can see the remains of the evil toddler.)
Spooky: Am I done yet? **looks at list** **sighs** Nope..I don't think I'll ever be done...Oh, yay! Angelica! I hate her so much! She is such a snob and deserves to die! SHE DESRVES IT SO MUCH! Ms. Bitters, please choose the remaining weapons.
Ms. Bitters: The.[dun dun dun dunnnnnnn] paper clip of doom!
Spooky: Good choice. Now begin your killing, please.
(Angelica and Ms. Bitters go to the arena. Ms. Bitters unfolds the paper clip, making it all straight and stuff. Angelica is brushing her kitty, and Ms. Bitters heads towards her. Angelica is oblivious to the fact that the creepy teacher is about to stab her with the paper clip. The teacher starts stabbing her stomach, and blood gushes out. Angelica dies.)
Spooky: Yay! She's dead! Go away Ms. Bitters, and never come back!
(Ms. Bitters flies threw the wall)
Spooky: I bet my story is going from bad to worse, isn't it? Well, I'm not hyper right now, so that may be the problem. Oh well. Review anyway! Damn it! I lost that list! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO WRITE THAT LIST? DO you? No, you don't. Actually, it only took 3 minutes to write but..
Note to people: Spooky stands for The Spooky Chihuahua, I'm just to damn lazy to write that every single time..
Note to People2: I'm writing these deaths because the reviews command me! THEY COMMAND ME! **Eye twitches** Now please continue your sorry lives and review my story. REVIEW!