TALES FROM THE PORTABLE CONFESSIONAL
SIXTH CONFESSION: Kitty
Wolfwood was walking down the hallway of the home of the Gung-Ho Guns, once again, looking for the one called Zazie, the Beast (rar). He had almost caught up with the little munchkin when he tripped over something purple, green, and spikey. Wolfwood turned around to look at the creature that had tripped him and was shocked to find a sobbing E.G. Mine.
"Er. what's wrong?" Wolfwood asked, slightly scared of the sobbing psychopath.
The mass of purple, green, and spikes only continued to sob muttering about how he was "bad".
Wolfwood whipped his confessional out of seemingly no where, "Here, buddy, you need it."
E.G. nodded, still crying like a baby, and plopped the box onto his head, "I-I **hiccup** I did a bad thing."
Wolfwood nodded encouragingly, "Yeah, what'd ya do? It's ok."
E.G. continued to bawl, "I . I was killing people in that town way far that way." He stopped hear to sniffle, "and. and I-I-ahhhhhhhwwahhhh!" he broke down again.
Wolfwood sighed. Was E.G. finally having problems with impaling people on spikes? "It's ok, just tell me what you did."
E.G. nodded and continued with a whimper, "I. I accidentally shot a kitty!" he whipped the dead furry animal out from behind him, and continued to cry into it, "I'm so sorry mister kitty! I'll always remember you!"
Wolfwood rolled his eyes, "You're forgiven."
E.G. nodded and rolled away in his spikey shell, probably going to give mister kitty a funeral.
AN: Awwww. Poor E.G. It's ok. Anyway, I'm not gonna bitch at you people again for not reviewing, if you haven't started by now it's not going to help. But I would like to thank everyone that has reviewed, and E.G. wanted me to tell the reviewers that everyone is invited to mister kitty's funeral. :-( Poor E.G..
SIXTH CONFESSION: Kitty
Wolfwood was walking down the hallway of the home of the Gung-Ho Guns, once again, looking for the one called Zazie, the Beast (rar). He had almost caught up with the little munchkin when he tripped over something purple, green, and spikey. Wolfwood turned around to look at the creature that had tripped him and was shocked to find a sobbing E.G. Mine.
"Er. what's wrong?" Wolfwood asked, slightly scared of the sobbing psychopath.
The mass of purple, green, and spikes only continued to sob muttering about how he was "bad".
Wolfwood whipped his confessional out of seemingly no where, "Here, buddy, you need it."
E.G. nodded, still crying like a baby, and plopped the box onto his head, "I-I **hiccup** I did a bad thing."
Wolfwood nodded encouragingly, "Yeah, what'd ya do? It's ok."
E.G. continued to bawl, "I . I was killing people in that town way far that way." He stopped hear to sniffle, "and. and I-I-ahhhhhhhwwahhhh!" he broke down again.
Wolfwood sighed. Was E.G. finally having problems with impaling people on spikes? "It's ok, just tell me what you did."
E.G. nodded and continued with a whimper, "I. I accidentally shot a kitty!" he whipped the dead furry animal out from behind him, and continued to cry into it, "I'm so sorry mister kitty! I'll always remember you!"
Wolfwood rolled his eyes, "You're forgiven."
E.G. nodded and rolled away in his spikey shell, probably going to give mister kitty a funeral.
AN: Awwww. Poor E.G. It's ok. Anyway, I'm not gonna bitch at you people again for not reviewing, if you haven't started by now it's not going to help. But I would like to thank everyone that has reviewed, and E.G. wanted me to tell the reviewers that everyone is invited to mister kitty's funeral. :-( Poor E.G..