Yes, there is more. In fact the story is completely finished, I just feel
like posting it one chapter at a time and seeing how many flames I can get.
Heeheehee. Can I talk to reviews? Okay, I will.
Cheese Head - I like cheese too. And penguins can't eat cheese. They eat babies. Duh.
Gammut - Well in fact that is what I was trying to do. Although I hoped that there was some entertainment value.
You suck - You know what? The long legged baby thing wasn't even my idea, so you might as well shut your mouth since you obviously didn't read the note I wrote at the beginning of the first chapter.
S.M - Now really, is the stuff gay? I don't think so. Because they are words and words are not alive, therefore they are not capable of being gay. And I'm glad it's stupid. That was the point.
It's me again - The writing style, ideas, actions, people, dialogue, and other things will not change. They are consistently bad, random, morbid, deranged, and perverted. And I'm not going to stop. You guys just need to realize that it isn't meant to be taken seriously.
What are you high on? - I write for personal amusement. I'm not in misery at all. Apparently you guys are. That's great.
GollumRox - Well you are just no fun at all. At least you think some is funny. That means that you have some sense of humor and can get past its retardness.
Disclaimer: Still don't own. However I do own some very hot fondue now.
Chapter Drei
Heeeehhh
He was a FON? ? Question marks are funny little doohickies. But the fact that he was a FON was not a question. Facts are not questions. Facts are facts. And the fact was that in this little house by the sea complete with a breakfast nook there was now a FON baby. The real question was what were they going to do with it?
Satine would have picked it up off the ground, only she was too creeped out by it. Its freaky long legs kept spazzing out in all directions dragging the little body around in sporatic movements. They stared at it with a sort of interest and yet repulsion that people have of those messed up dudes at circuses. But those are just carnie freaks. This was a true blue freak. It didn't get any freakier than it.
While they stared at the half-baby like thing, its twitching became so intense that it dragged itself right up Christian's back before he had time to notice. Just like freaky little spiders. Even though the baby wasn't a spider. I hate spiders.
Christian wondered why he suddenly felt as though he had a ten pound baby with big legs wrapped around his neck clinging to his head. Then he realized that he had a ten pound baby with big legs wrapped around his neck (rock) clinging to his head. Once this message reached his brain, he did the only logical thing that one could do in such a situation.
He began to scream and flail his arms around while running through the house.
"GET IT OFF OF MEEEEEEE!!!" he said rather calmly in light of the situation. If it had just been a little beetle on his head then it might have been overreacting. Spiders however, then it would have been fine. And FON babies too.
He smashed his way through the house in an attempt to dislodge the thing from his head, ramming into just about everything. There was the African bongo, the small statue of Buddha, a package of Twinkies attached to the wall in a frame of macaroni (which actually proved to make his blast into the wall a great deal less painful that it would have been without the Twinkies there).
Satine watched
Cheese Head - I like cheese too. And penguins can't eat cheese. They eat babies. Duh.
Gammut - Well in fact that is what I was trying to do. Although I hoped that there was some entertainment value.
You suck - You know what? The long legged baby thing wasn't even my idea, so you might as well shut your mouth since you obviously didn't read the note I wrote at the beginning of the first chapter.
S.M - Now really, is the stuff gay? I don't think so. Because they are words and words are not alive, therefore they are not capable of being gay. And I'm glad it's stupid. That was the point.
It's me again - The writing style, ideas, actions, people, dialogue, and other things will not change. They are consistently bad, random, morbid, deranged, and perverted. And I'm not going to stop. You guys just need to realize that it isn't meant to be taken seriously.
What are you high on? - I write for personal amusement. I'm not in misery at all. Apparently you guys are. That's great.
GollumRox - Well you are just no fun at all. At least you think some is funny. That means that you have some sense of humor and can get past its retardness.
Disclaimer: Still don't own. However I do own some very hot fondue now.
Chapter Drei
Heeeehhh
He was a FON? ? Question marks are funny little doohickies. But the fact that he was a FON was not a question. Facts are not questions. Facts are facts. And the fact was that in this little house by the sea complete with a breakfast nook there was now a FON baby. The real question was what were they going to do with it?
Satine would have picked it up off the ground, only she was too creeped out by it. Its freaky long legs kept spazzing out in all directions dragging the little body around in sporatic movements. They stared at it with a sort of interest and yet repulsion that people have of those messed up dudes at circuses. But those are just carnie freaks. This was a true blue freak. It didn't get any freakier than it.
While they stared at the half-baby like thing, its twitching became so intense that it dragged itself right up Christian's back before he had time to notice. Just like freaky little spiders. Even though the baby wasn't a spider. I hate spiders.
Christian wondered why he suddenly felt as though he had a ten pound baby with big legs wrapped around his neck clinging to his head. Then he realized that he had a ten pound baby with big legs wrapped around his neck (rock) clinging to his head. Once this message reached his brain, he did the only logical thing that one could do in such a situation.
He began to scream and flail his arms around while running through the house.
"GET IT OFF OF MEEEEEEE!!!" he said rather calmly in light of the situation. If it had just been a little beetle on his head then it might have been overreacting. Spiders however, then it would have been fine. And FON babies too.
He smashed his way through the house in an attempt to dislodge the thing from his head, ramming into just about everything. There was the African bongo, the small statue of Buddha, a package of Twinkies attached to the wall in a frame of macaroni (which actually proved to make his blast into the wall a great deal less painful that it would have been without the Twinkies there).
Satine watched