Disclaimer- If we owned Inuyasha then we wouldn't be writing this now would we? (Actually, only Bob is writing this one)

Bob- The hating of Hotdogs is strictly forbidden. Pork is a vegetable, yo.

Snack- No its not.

Bob- Too bad, it is now. I'm going to go draw now.

Snack- Aren't you writing a fan fiction?

Bob- Oh! I guess I am, aren't I?

Snack- --

Bob- I had a pizza for lunch.

What did Snack have for lunch? To be continued! X)

According to some witnesses, Inuyasha had been killed due to over-worshiping by a local group of fan girls. These fan girls, were now on the run with a particularly hot Bishonen, whose name I shall not bother to type.

Inuyasha, on the other hand, was currently lying in a wooden coffin, and was about to be buried.

Kagome was sitting by the coffin, holding a knife. She looked at the knife, at Inuyasha, back at the knife again, and then realized she was thirsty. So, she trotted off to look for some orange juice.

Then the pancake came. It was huge, like a big round flat ball of doom. It was evil, it was horrid, it was hungry.

So, seeing that there were no living things around, it flew off in the direction of a local K-Smart.

Suddenly, a demon and a sorceress popped out of nowhere, these two were of course, Bob and Snack, the evil doers and ramen obsessors of this beautifully written fan fiction. Bob trotted over to Inuyasha and began poking it. Snack carefully walked over and looked into the coffin, she cringed at the sight.

"Eww… It's dead."

"I love dead things, they're so… dead. Dead things are cool."

"Can I mummify it?"

"No, you only get to do that in Fan fictions that involve turkey."

"Drat."

"Did you know that mummified pizza tastes like chicken?"

"No."

"Good, because it's not true."

"Okay then… So, what do we do with Inuyasha?"
"Well, we could cremate him, or… cremate him… Oh! We could cremate him after we put him through a defenestration… We could set him on fire…. We could burn him….."

Suddenly, Kagome walked into the room holding a cup of apple juice, they were out of orange.

"Hey! What are you doing to Inuyasha?" Kagome yelled at the duo.

Bob took the honor of replying, "We were wondering how to cremate him. Defenestration or no Defenestration?"

Snack shrugged, and pulled out a s'more. She sat down on a conveniently located rock and watched the argument.

"We're going to bury him! Not set him on fire!"

"No, Lets bury his ashes, meaning we burn him after throwing him out a window!"
"We're not going to throw him out the window!"
"Then we'll set him on fire!"
"No."

"Yes."

"Sit!"

"That won't work."

"Drat."

"NYEAH!"

"WAHAHAHAHAHHHH!"

Snack had grown tired of the argument, and finished her s'more. So, jumping up, she waved her arms frantically "Listen, we'll defenestrate him then give him a good burial!"

"Why should we do that?" asked Bob.

"Because it's a compromise."

"What's a compromise?"

Snack stared in disbelief at Bob, and pulled a shiny object out of her pocket. She then walked off in the direction of the all hailed shiny store. Bob shrugged and walked off towards a ramen stand, where she bought 46 bowls of oriental ramen and a small cola.

Kagome looked down at the dog hanyou in the coffin; she picked up the knife from where she had set it, and began looking back and forth from the knife to Inuyasha.

Eventually, through much brain hurting and all that jazz, Kagome decided that this was hurting her small brain too much, and stabbed the knife through her heart.

Or at least, she tried too.

Due to an unfortunate wave of dizziness, she accidentally lifted the knife and slashed off her left ear.

This left no work for the evil flying pancake that was hovering overhead. It didn't have to even chop off an ear!

The evil pancake of doom swooped down and devoured Kagome in one gigantic flap jack bite.

The only witness to this scene was a house fly who had just flown by, looking for a house-fly address in a house fly world.

By the way, this house fly's name was Fred.

He was gay, but we don't care about that. He was a COOL gay house fly, who was promptly eaten by an inconveniently located frog named Joe who was run over by a cement truck. This frog's funeral was hosted by a vegetarian crocodile that lived in Alaska; one day, this crocodile spontaneously combusted, leaving behind no witnesses of this crime.

 Dude, the tale of Joe the frog who ate the cool gay fly Fred will SO be continued.

Bob- I miss Fred already, he was such a cool gay house fly.

Snack- I like Shiny.

Bob- I like Ramen.

Snack- I'm hungry.

Bob- I'm not.

Snack- I want food.

Bob- the ramen stand is closed… I love violent stories.

Snack- This conversation will be violent unless you get me something to eat.

Bob- What if I don't want to get you something to eat? What if I'm a lazy bum? EH?