Prologue

Before I even begin this story of madness, I would like to thank everyone who has ever called me a psycho, nerd, geek, freak, weirdo, or demented person. They have all contributed to this story with their stupidity. Or in other words, thanks for nothin you FOOLS! Anyway, here's my story:

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Can I start the story now?

Turtle: I am Turtle, Queen of Freaks, and I'm one of the narrating characters in these stories. Yes, I know the story says Queen of Insanity, but this story isn't exactly about me.

Monkey: It's about me!

Turtle: Are you sure?

Monkey: Yes.

Turtle: How do you know?

Monkey: Because I am Monkey, Queen of Insanity, and I decree that it is so!

Turtle: Are you sure you're not the Queen of Stuck-Up Snootiness?

Monkey: *throws fish tank* Shut up!

Turtle: *ducks* Can I just tell the story now?

Monkey: Well, fine! I'll just go bother someone else.

Turtle: In that case, I've got some of your stuff to sell. *starts to walk away*

Monkey: Oh no, you don't! *throws pelican*

Turtle: Where do you get that stuff that you throw?

Monkey: I don't know.

Turtle: If you try to eat it, you might get powers.

Monkey: But I've already got powers.

Turtle: But they're not supernatural.

Monkey: Good point. *tries to eat donut that has just appeared*

Turtle: Wait! You don't know where that's been!

Monkey: What's the worst place it could have been?

Turtle: Up an interior decorator's butt.

Monkey: *sticks out tongue while disposing of "chocolate" donut*

Turtle: Anyway, it all started with Monkey-Butt. . .

Monkey: *growls angrily*

Turtle: *shape-shifts into EVILL! and doom/ possessed/ demonic white rabbit*

Monkey: Show off. *pouts*

Turtle: At least I can show off, Monkey-Butt.

Monkey: *throws enraged leopard* DON'T CALL ME MONKEY-BUTT! MY NAME'S MONKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Turtle: *squeaks* OK.

Monkey: *smirks*