Back at the CIA office~~~
The humorous agent was sitting at a desk. Yes, a very nice desk, actually. It was made of mahogany wood, and polished to perfection. There was one thing lying on it. YES! You guessed right! The one thing lying on top of it was indeed the hard boiled egg.
"Oh." Said the humorous agent. And he picked up the stuff that had fallen on the floor.
Yes, the thousands of research papers, the files, the folders, and even his computer had fallen on the floor, in a matter of mere seconds.
But the worst thing that happened, was that when he put his office supplies back on the table, the hard boiled egg fell on the ground.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed the humorous agent in terror, fright, agony, and of course extreme disappointment.
"Yes." Said the cat, which was on the windowsill.
"Hey, wait a minute, cats can't talk!" protested the humorous agent, looking at the cat with such a piercing look that the cat actually looked terrified.
It gave another "Heeeeesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss" (which is a mutated kind of hiss) and jumped off. Unfortunately, the office of the humorous agent, whose name, incidentally, was Jabes Mond, was on the 13th floor, and the cat had just jumped off of the 13th floor, heading straight toward the hundreds of speeding cars right below him. He would have made it, too, if it weren't for the bunny, who came at the last minute to save him.
Poor bunny.
The bunny was suicidal, and had at that exact moment had chosen to flush itself out of the plane by means of the toilet in the bathroom in the airplane, and he had swerved a little and collided with the cat, making it fall into the dump.
The bunny, sadly, was not spared.
At that exact moment, the one and only Jabes Mond was reading "The Book of Bunny Suicides" and at the exact, very precise moment that the bunny pushed the 'flush' button on the airplane, Jabes Mond was reading that bunny suicides in his extremely funny and weird, though hilariously funny, book.
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Yes, I did say I was going to be gone for 2 weeks, because my friend is here, but she doesn't wake up at the same time I do, so I still have time. 'cause I have to go to my schoooooooooooooooooooool (torture chamber) and she has vacation. 2 WEEKS VACATION! Isn't life extremely unfair? But then, who ever said it was?
And does somebody know why bunnies are suicidal? Yes, that book is a real book, you can buy it. It's hilariously funny, just as I said. My latin teacher has a few of the pages stuck on the wall. I can't go there and not laugh. It's impossible.
Thank you to all my reviewers, as I said before, I do not have time in the morning before school to thank all my reviewers personally, because you know the procedure, I first have to go to fanfiction, and then read every review, write the names, read the review again, write the response, and move on to the next…
And so on and so forth.
Sorry for this extremely short chapter, but I felt that I had to write something, so here it is, my faithful reviewers.
Remember, each of you is special, and never think otherwise.
(I have a friend who goes around and says that to everyone, every single person)