Disclaimer: no, I do not own these characters. If I did, I wouldn't be
posting here, yada, yada, yada.... Oh wait. Liver man is MINE! DO NOT try to
steal him. If you do.... Well, I'll come and take your donkey! Meh.
A/N: okay, it's kind of 'related' to Reverend Bluejeans, but.... Not really. Okay, I'm going away now... just read:
Liver-man
One day, Sirius, in fourth year, decided to make himself a friend. Nobody knows why, what with him being the sexiest person in the school and everybody wanting him and all... but he did. Maybe to replace Reverend Bluejeans, who had recently passed away... Anyways, he asked everybody for their junk. They gladly gave it to him. He ended up with a creation that had a flat soccer ball for a head, a broken broom for one arm, a beat-up clarinet for the other, two different socks for hands, a piece of pipe for one leg, and a mangled chair for the other. He named it Liver-man. He set it by his bed, where he could say good morning and goodnight to it everyday. He read him stories, tried to play ball with him, and even tried to get him to eat! Alas, one day, Liver-man died.
Sirius: Whhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa! (while running downstairs to James)
James: What's wrong?
Sirius: L-L-LIVER-MAN DIED!!!!!!!
James: (in mock agony) Oh no! How could he!?!
Sirius: I-I was p-playing b-b-b-ball with him, and h-his h-head cccame offff! (cry-y cry cry)
James: Okay, calm down. (makes Sirius sit down, and strokes his head while he falls asleep) Phew! It was ABOUT time....
A/N: .... Short, stupid..... GREATNESS! No, just j/k. it's rather pointless, but.... That's the beauty of ff... :-D.
A/N: okay, it's kind of 'related' to Reverend Bluejeans, but.... Not really. Okay, I'm going away now... just read:
Liver-man
One day, Sirius, in fourth year, decided to make himself a friend. Nobody knows why, what with him being the sexiest person in the school and everybody wanting him and all... but he did. Maybe to replace Reverend Bluejeans, who had recently passed away... Anyways, he asked everybody for their junk. They gladly gave it to him. He ended up with a creation that had a flat soccer ball for a head, a broken broom for one arm, a beat-up clarinet for the other, two different socks for hands, a piece of pipe for one leg, and a mangled chair for the other. He named it Liver-man. He set it by his bed, where he could say good morning and goodnight to it everyday. He read him stories, tried to play ball with him, and even tried to get him to eat! Alas, one day, Liver-man died.
Sirius: Whhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa! (while running downstairs to James)
James: What's wrong?
Sirius: L-L-LIVER-MAN DIED!!!!!!!
James: (in mock agony) Oh no! How could he!?!
Sirius: I-I was p-playing b-b-b-ball with him, and h-his h-head cccame offff! (cry-y cry cry)
James: Okay, calm down. (makes Sirius sit down, and strokes his head while he falls asleep) Phew! It was ABOUT time....
A/N: .... Short, stupid..... GREATNESS! No, just j/k. it's rather pointless, but.... That's the beauty of ff... :-D.