Chapter 2 Security Guard

Disclaimer: I still don't own A.I. Love You

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After running merrily through dandelions for awhile, Twenty arrived at a place with a help wanted ad. The strange, cardboard two story building called "Puffy Chicken" was pink with blue badgers glued on to the sides. As she approached, a flying mongoose wizzed by her head, and a man in a Jedi costume came outside.

"Sorry about that," said the dude, picking up the mongoose, "you must be the security guard." How he knew who she was, nobody shall ever discover.

"Yeah," Twenty replied, lollipops coming out of her ears, "I'm here for the job."

As mice ate the lollipops and took over the planet Neptune, the Jedi guy, whom we will now call Gary, led Twenty to the building.

Gary began explaining, "Here's what you have to do: don't let ANYONE, under any circumstances, into the building…ever. Not even you can go inside Puffy Chicken, got that? If anyone approaches the building, use these." He handed her a cubical container (called a "box" on planet Mars. What a silly name.) full of mongooses that liked to eat people with whip cream on top.

Twenty looked at Gary for 16 nanoseconds. "But if I throw these things and not let anybody inside, how will your buisiness make money?" She asked.

"Buisiness? Who said this was a buisiness? IT'S MY HOUSE! And it's filled with Star Wars collectibles, poodles, popcorn, and fluffy pink socks. The only reason your guarding my house is that nobody will DARE steal my precious treasure!" Gary drove off in his hippie van, even though he was standing next to Twenty a millionth of a nanosecond ago. Is that even possible? Perhaps this guy really does know the force.

Well, for the next 10 minutes, Twenty stood outside, throwing a mongoose at random people who walked within 2,000 miles of Puffy Chicken.

Meanwhile, in outer space…

"Lalalalalaaaaa, floating around, yep." Said a meteorite, who was lazily going by our planet. Then, with it's ©SuperVision, the rock noticed a cardboard house on Earth. "OH MY GOD! THAT CRAPPY AND TOTALLY TACKY LOOKING HOUSE IS FILLED WITH STAR WARS TOYS, POODLES, POPCORN, AND FLUFFY PINK SOCKS! I really don't know why I care, BUT I MUST HAVE THEM!" And with that, the meteorite headed straight for Puffy Chicken.

Back on Earth…

Twenty looked up, and noticed a burning object headed for Puffy Chicken. "HEY! NO TRESPASSING!" She yelled at it, and began to throw every mongoose at it. When she ran out of those, she started pulling the blue badgers off the house and throwing those at the fiery ball of doom.

But it was all in vain.

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Puffy Chicken was completely incinerated, but everything else was ok. The blades of grass, which were right next to the building and yet were not even bent, began to laugh hysterically.

At that moment, Gary arrived home. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF WOOKIES HAPPENED?" He screamed, making the mongoose box explode.

"I really have no clue." Said Twenty.

"YOU ARE SOOO FIRED!" He yelled.

"I'm not leaving without being payed, Gary."

"WHO THE HELL IS GARY? MY NAME IS STEVE!"

Whoops. My bad, folks. Well, he threw the money at her, which was only 15 cents. But after being poor for so long, Twenty didn't care. After worshipping the money for 16 eons, she flew on a unicorn to her next job.