Disclaimer: Let's just say I own nothing in this chapter. OK? So basically. . . Dont. Sue. Me.
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Thank you readers, for the TONS of reviews we got. That kind of enthusiasm just makes us want to KEEP WRITING as long as we get reviews. Why don't we bump it up to TWO reviews before we update?
PS: We're not bitter. Nope, not us. .::smiles::.
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One day, while Will and Lyra were talking about how being abducted by aliens was so boring, and the only thing they COULD do to pass the time was make out (so not fair. Why can't WE get abducted by aliens along with the guys WE like? I don't think Will and Lyra should be complaining.), the asparagus came back. And neither W or L had pressed the button. MUAHAHAHA! I just realized I have the power to write ANYTHING! So... Eminem pops in. He starts rapping Lose Yourself. (Which is one of my favorite songs.) *You better lose yourself in the music the moment you own it you better never let it go...* Anyways my co-author is going to take over now while I go get some more sugar.
.::hem::. Yes. .::uses Supreme Author Powers to make Eminem go back to where he belongs::. Will and Lyra, momentarily stunned by the apperance of a strange man, rapping, and then suddenly dissapearing, did not notice the asparagus. As her eyes slowly slid back into focus, Lyra caught a little snatch of green on the usually white (how she now hated the color) backround in the corner of her eye and stared at. . .
(the asparagus morphing into weasel mode)
So the asparagus became a rabid weasel. What else is new. Grr. I think we need some background music for this. *Green Day pops in.* That's better. I request "Minority". *Green Day starts playing "Minority".* (By the way Tomosterz (hehe i got that from Abby), if you're reading this, thanks again for burning me International Superhits.) So while Will and Lyra were trying to fight the weasel off with long white pokey things, they were listening to good music, and the author drank more Mountain Dew. . .
. . .Which the other author takes away, on account on the other author having WAY too much sugar in her bloodstream. Actually, now it's more like a sugarstream. ANYWAYS. . . Will was slightly put out that all the authors gave them to fight off this rabid weasel thing (which was still managing to spout cliches in a low, growlish voice) were white pointy things. For example, when Will exclaimed 'Ahh! All we have are white. . . (he peered closer to the white things) mashed potatoes?' (I am demonstrating my Author Power by making the impossible possible) the green weasle replied, 'Worse things happen at sea!'
To which both Will and Lyra replied, 'WHAT!??!?'
I think my co-author is getting a little cocky with her Author Powers. *orders 10-pound supply of chocolate from Belgium* How do you spell Belgium? ANYWAYS. . . (wow that seems to be the word of the day) Will and Lyra finally realized that the author rules everything (YES SHE DOES! MUAHAHAHA) and decided to ask the authors nicely if they could take the weasel out of the story. "FINE," I said, and took the weasel out. "But you two can't have any of my chocolate! Hah!"
"Ghph! Pa!" I added, my mouth full of Belgian chocolate. Translation: 'Yeah, ha.' I am NOT getting cocky with my Author Powers. Theyre just reaaaaaally really cool. .::looks at random readers staring at her, armed with cabbages for any Froid Sightings::. Hem. Well. On with it, then: Lyra looked about the room, but no spitting green rodent could be seen anywhere. (Author changes music from Green Day to the Postal Service, 'The District Sleeps Alone Tonight') That being seen, she promptly bit into her mashed potato skewer thing that defied all laws of gravity and mashed potato by sticking together in a nice, near spear. 'Needs salt,' she remarked thoughtfully. With that, Will grabbed the salt shaker and they devoured their rather odd weapons. After that was done, they sat down on the chairs. 'You know, I'm kinda suprised that they havent tried to make US pure white,' remarked Lyra. 'Come on, we just battled a mutant asparagus/weasel. . . thing. The Authors arent THAT cruel!' An ominous silence filled the room. 'Gulp,' went Will. And at that moment, the door burst open to reveal the two things they wanted to see least right now: Froid. . . with a can of white paint.
THE END... FOR NOW!
A/N: We said it. Two reviews. NOW!
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Thank you readers, for the TONS of reviews we got. That kind of enthusiasm just makes us want to KEEP WRITING as long as we get reviews. Why don't we bump it up to TWO reviews before we update?
PS: We're not bitter. Nope, not us. .::smiles::.
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One day, while Will and Lyra were talking about how being abducted by aliens was so boring, and the only thing they COULD do to pass the time was make out (so not fair. Why can't WE get abducted by aliens along with the guys WE like? I don't think Will and Lyra should be complaining.), the asparagus came back. And neither W or L had pressed the button. MUAHAHAHA! I just realized I have the power to write ANYTHING! So... Eminem pops in. He starts rapping Lose Yourself. (Which is one of my favorite songs.) *You better lose yourself in the music the moment you own it you better never let it go...* Anyways my co-author is going to take over now while I go get some more sugar.
.::hem::. Yes. .::uses Supreme Author Powers to make Eminem go back to where he belongs::. Will and Lyra, momentarily stunned by the apperance of a strange man, rapping, and then suddenly dissapearing, did not notice the asparagus. As her eyes slowly slid back into focus, Lyra caught a little snatch of green on the usually white (how she now hated the color) backround in the corner of her eye and stared at. . .
(the asparagus morphing into weasel mode)
So the asparagus became a rabid weasel. What else is new. Grr. I think we need some background music for this. *Green Day pops in.* That's better. I request "Minority". *Green Day starts playing "Minority".* (By the way Tomosterz (hehe i got that from Abby), if you're reading this, thanks again for burning me International Superhits.) So while Will and Lyra were trying to fight the weasel off with long white pokey things, they were listening to good music, and the author drank more Mountain Dew. . .
. . .Which the other author takes away, on account on the other author having WAY too much sugar in her bloodstream. Actually, now it's more like a sugarstream. ANYWAYS. . . Will was slightly put out that all the authors gave them to fight off this rabid weasel thing (which was still managing to spout cliches in a low, growlish voice) were white pointy things. For example, when Will exclaimed 'Ahh! All we have are white. . . (he peered closer to the white things) mashed potatoes?' (I am demonstrating my Author Power by making the impossible possible) the green weasle replied, 'Worse things happen at sea!'
To which both Will and Lyra replied, 'WHAT!??!?'
I think my co-author is getting a little cocky with her Author Powers. *orders 10-pound supply of chocolate from Belgium* How do you spell Belgium? ANYWAYS. . . (wow that seems to be the word of the day) Will and Lyra finally realized that the author rules everything (YES SHE DOES! MUAHAHAHA) and decided to ask the authors nicely if they could take the weasel out of the story. "FINE," I said, and took the weasel out. "But you two can't have any of my chocolate! Hah!"
"Ghph! Pa!" I added, my mouth full of Belgian chocolate. Translation: 'Yeah, ha.' I am NOT getting cocky with my Author Powers. Theyre just reaaaaaally really cool. .::looks at random readers staring at her, armed with cabbages for any Froid Sightings::. Hem. Well. On with it, then: Lyra looked about the room, but no spitting green rodent could be seen anywhere. (Author changes music from Green Day to the Postal Service, 'The District Sleeps Alone Tonight') That being seen, she promptly bit into her mashed potato skewer thing that defied all laws of gravity and mashed potato by sticking together in a nice, near spear. 'Needs salt,' she remarked thoughtfully. With that, Will grabbed the salt shaker and they devoured their rather odd weapons. After that was done, they sat down on the chairs. 'You know, I'm kinda suprised that they havent tried to make US pure white,' remarked Lyra. 'Come on, we just battled a mutant asparagus/weasel. . . thing. The Authors arent THAT cruel!' An ominous silence filled the room. 'Gulp,' went Will. And at that moment, the door burst open to reveal the two things they wanted to see least right now: Froid. . . with a can of white paint.
THE END... FOR NOW!
A/N: We said it. Two reviews. NOW!