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and the original characters blah blah blah so don't sue me blah blah blah.
A/N: Read. Review. Do you think I'm making Owen too alike to Neal?
Written Testimony
A journal, you know, I feel like crying into someone's shoulder at the minute, a journal.
It's not like I did anything wrong, the cook was harassing a knight-in- training with a highly dangerous weapon, a cooking knife, to be exact.
Who knew the cook was so soft? Who knew his grip on the knife was so slack? Who knew he was such a sissy and would run crying to Lord Wyldon? He was suppose to follow the Code of Chivalry and say that his knife fell. And in some way, it did, right out the window and nearly sliced off Neal's nose. Oh well, he got too much of it anyways.
You know, not that I'm traitorous toward my friend or anything, but Lord Wyldon should be glad, he always disliked Neal. Who knew Neal would become a celebrity so quickly? And I sob, just so you know.
A journal, (the sobbing continues, by the way) Master Wyldon should have been impressed with my brilliant deduction on the pastry mystery. But he took one look at my written testimony and his face became this dark color.
Blimey, it wasn't dark in an instant, if you know what I mean. His face took on phases; it was really quite jolly to watch. At first, it was this orange color close to the shade of normal flesh, and then it took on this pink rosy color. After that it became wholly red and then purple, then this green color, and finally a blue shade. But just when I thought he reached all the colors of the rainbow he finally went black. You should have seen his eyes, they were popping out, you could see the red thingies of his eyes, and then you notice these veins popping out of his forehead, then it wasn't so jolly anymore.
The rest of this little meeting was too frightening to write down, I still have nightmares about that meeting.
I sigh, one small sentence I can repeat, "Since you like writing so much I shall consent you." Lord Wyldon said that, and he give me this unjolly huge book with this unjolly inkbottle and unjolly pen.
Look, here he comes.
Good afternoon, Master Wyldon! What can I do for you? What? You want to see my journal? But it's a personal diary! You can't read it!
No, no, I haven't written unjolly things about anyone, especially not you.
No! Don't take it!
No, I really didn't write anything about anything, but I just want this page.
Why? Oh! That's right, I almost forgot, Kel told me to do something for her, and I wrote it down on this page, I need it.
Oh no, hi Kel!
Have you forgotten anything? Oh yes, Dom told me that he wants to meet you outside in the courtyard.
~strained~ Oh this isn't jolly, HI DOM!
No, don't pressure her, Lord Wyldon, she told me she's really stressed out by all these pressures you are putting on her.
Yes KEL you DID say that and DOM, did I tell you that Neal wanted to talk to you about something?
No, you said that, Kel, I distinctly remember you saying something about all the pressures and strains, and DOM, she's asking you about the courtyard meeting because of the pressures and strains, did I tell you Neal want to talk to you?
Lord Wyldon, don't yell, can't you see that these two needs some time to sort things out?
DOM, ~through clenched teeth~ N.E.A.L.A.N. wants to T.A.L.K to you.
~weakly~ Neal! Hi! Why are you here? Yuki has been looking for you, and didn't you say that you wanted to talk to Dom? Yes, you did want to talk to Dom! AND YUKI ALSO WANTS TO TALK TO YOU!
YUKI! Hi! Neal has been missing you and he's hallucinating that you wants to talk to him!
What? Lord Wyldon, I can't hear them because you are yelling.
Kel, Dom told me that he likes you!
Ow, Dom, what's that for?
Yuki, that's a fake nose on Neal's face!
OW, Neal!
Ok, yes you all have problems, go now, please go now!
WHA- don't yell, c'mon, just go! AND KEL, take this journal with you because YOU W.A.N.T.E.D this page.
Mithros's Nose, where is the journal?
OW! Lord Wyldon, oh my god, oh any god, my god, how did you get the journal?
OWWWWWWWWW!
A/N: Read. Review. Do you think I'm making Owen too alike to Neal?
Written Testimony
A journal, you know, I feel like crying into someone's shoulder at the minute, a journal.
It's not like I did anything wrong, the cook was harassing a knight-in- training with a highly dangerous weapon, a cooking knife, to be exact.
Who knew the cook was so soft? Who knew his grip on the knife was so slack? Who knew he was such a sissy and would run crying to Lord Wyldon? He was suppose to follow the Code of Chivalry and say that his knife fell. And in some way, it did, right out the window and nearly sliced off Neal's nose. Oh well, he got too much of it anyways.
You know, not that I'm traitorous toward my friend or anything, but Lord Wyldon should be glad, he always disliked Neal. Who knew Neal would become a celebrity so quickly? And I sob, just so you know.
A journal, (the sobbing continues, by the way) Master Wyldon should have been impressed with my brilliant deduction on the pastry mystery. But he took one look at my written testimony and his face became this dark color.
Blimey, it wasn't dark in an instant, if you know what I mean. His face took on phases; it was really quite jolly to watch. At first, it was this orange color close to the shade of normal flesh, and then it took on this pink rosy color. After that it became wholly red and then purple, then this green color, and finally a blue shade. But just when I thought he reached all the colors of the rainbow he finally went black. You should have seen his eyes, they were popping out, you could see the red thingies of his eyes, and then you notice these veins popping out of his forehead, then it wasn't so jolly anymore.
The rest of this little meeting was too frightening to write down, I still have nightmares about that meeting.
I sigh, one small sentence I can repeat, "Since you like writing so much I shall consent you." Lord Wyldon said that, and he give me this unjolly huge book with this unjolly inkbottle and unjolly pen.
Look, here he comes.
Good afternoon, Master Wyldon! What can I do for you? What? You want to see my journal? But it's a personal diary! You can't read it!
No, no, I haven't written unjolly things about anyone, especially not you.
No! Don't take it!
No, I really didn't write anything about anything, but I just want this page.
Why? Oh! That's right, I almost forgot, Kel told me to do something for her, and I wrote it down on this page, I need it.
Oh no, hi Kel!
Have you forgotten anything? Oh yes, Dom told me that he wants to meet you outside in the courtyard.
~strained~ Oh this isn't jolly, HI DOM!
No, don't pressure her, Lord Wyldon, she told me she's really stressed out by all these pressures you are putting on her.
Yes KEL you DID say that and DOM, did I tell you that Neal wanted to talk to you about something?
No, you said that, Kel, I distinctly remember you saying something about all the pressures and strains, and DOM, she's asking you about the courtyard meeting because of the pressures and strains, did I tell you Neal want to talk to you?
Lord Wyldon, don't yell, can't you see that these two needs some time to sort things out?
DOM, ~through clenched teeth~ N.E.A.L.A.N. wants to T.A.L.K to you.
~weakly~ Neal! Hi! Why are you here? Yuki has been looking for you, and didn't you say that you wanted to talk to Dom? Yes, you did want to talk to Dom! AND YUKI ALSO WANTS TO TALK TO YOU!
YUKI! Hi! Neal has been missing you and he's hallucinating that you wants to talk to him!
What? Lord Wyldon, I can't hear them because you are yelling.
Kel, Dom told me that he likes you!
Ow, Dom, what's that for?
Yuki, that's a fake nose on Neal's face!
OW, Neal!
Ok, yes you all have problems, go now, please go now!
WHA- don't yell, c'mon, just go! AND KEL, take this journal with you because YOU W.A.N.T.E.D this page.
Mithros's Nose, where is the journal?
OW! Lord Wyldon, oh my god, oh any god, my god, how did you get the journal?
OWWWWWWWWW!