This is the most lazy I have ever been with an ending. If you don't like
it, and want a serious one, let me know and I'll see what I can do.
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After the two sat down in front of Eat or Die, Nny worked at removing Ly's fingers from her hair. It took a bit of tugging and pinching and whatnot, but Ly's hair was freed in the end. Unfortunately, Johnny was unsure of how to snap her back into reality. He tried to block her airways again, which had worked last time, but all that happened was Ly passed out. Johnny was about ready to just kill the girl and raise Squee himself, but he sure as heck didn't want the boy to turn out like he did. So he grumbled and hoisted Ly back over his shoulder and plunked her in the back seat of his car (A.N: Which the author placed strategically nearby so Nny wouldn't have to walk far with his burden. Author is so nice!).
On the way home, Johnny ran over some jaywalking pedestrians, a mime, five cheerleaders, an evil looking bird, two bad mothers, a jaywalking frog, seventeen clowns, another mime, and a cute, harmless bunny. (A.N: Author is just kidding. She doesn't think Nny would actually run over a cute, harmless bunny.)
Um, and then Johnny threw Ly out the window of his moving vehicle because he couldn't stand her any more. She was way too wimpy for his taste. Then he put his car into reverse and ran over her a couple hundred times, until she was good and dead. But just as he was driving away from her mangled, smooshed corpse, she jumped up mad as a hornet and attacked his car! She pummeled it with her fists and bit threw the metal of the roof, exposing a terrified, hostile Nny, who was trying not to run his car up a tree (A.N. Heh! It rhymes!).
In the end, they talked out their differences and eventually got married and had 3 kids, all of whom grew up to be wonderfully skilled mass murderers. Their daddy was very proud. And sometimes Uncle Squee came over to babysit. They always had a grand ol' time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE END! OR NOT! The author isn't sure yet. Sad but true. Yes. It is the author's sad, sad tale. Booh.
I'm so sorry.
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After the two sat down in front of Eat or Die, Nny worked at removing Ly's fingers from her hair. It took a bit of tugging and pinching and whatnot, but Ly's hair was freed in the end. Unfortunately, Johnny was unsure of how to snap her back into reality. He tried to block her airways again, which had worked last time, but all that happened was Ly passed out. Johnny was about ready to just kill the girl and raise Squee himself, but he sure as heck didn't want the boy to turn out like he did. So he grumbled and hoisted Ly back over his shoulder and plunked her in the back seat of his car (A.N: Which the author placed strategically nearby so Nny wouldn't have to walk far with his burden. Author is so nice!).
On the way home, Johnny ran over some jaywalking pedestrians, a mime, five cheerleaders, an evil looking bird, two bad mothers, a jaywalking frog, seventeen clowns, another mime, and a cute, harmless bunny. (A.N: Author is just kidding. She doesn't think Nny would actually run over a cute, harmless bunny.)
Um, and then Johnny threw Ly out the window of his moving vehicle because he couldn't stand her any more. She was way too wimpy for his taste. Then he put his car into reverse and ran over her a couple hundred times, until she was good and dead. But just as he was driving away from her mangled, smooshed corpse, she jumped up mad as a hornet and attacked his car! She pummeled it with her fists and bit threw the metal of the roof, exposing a terrified, hostile Nny, who was trying not to run his car up a tree (A.N. Heh! It rhymes!).
In the end, they talked out their differences and eventually got married and had 3 kids, all of whom grew up to be wonderfully skilled mass murderers. Their daddy was very proud. And sometimes Uncle Squee came over to babysit. They always had a grand ol' time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE END! OR NOT! The author isn't sure yet. Sad but true. Yes. It is the author's sad, sad tale. Booh.
I'm so sorry.