Chocolove had created a comic strip with stick figures, and it was a masterpiece to be admired throughout the ages. Horo, Ren, and Faust were rendered as themselves, without the added weight of flesh or blood.
He proceeded to show it to Ren, for Ren was in the first panel. "Lookie, lookie, Ren! Isn't is fantabulous?"
"Why, may I ask, are you showing me this paper with Arabic on it?" Ren said, looking at the comic upside down. (I'm not poking fun at the language, but at Ren's stupidity.)
"Stupid Ren! Apparently, you're reading it the wrong way!" Chocolove said matter-of-factly. "See? That's you there, in the first panel, striking an underwear pose!"
"An—underwear—pose?"Ren said incredulously, turning the paper right side up. "Ah, I see. How coooould you, Chocolove?"
Chocolove didn't respond. Ren, whose tears were streaming, was throttling him. That is, until Horo skipped by.
"Oh dear!" Horo said in a high-pitched voice, clapping both hands to his face. "It seems as though Chocolove is getting throttled!"
Then, as though it were by fate and not some plot device, Horo picked up the fallen comic strip that had blown away from where Ren and Chocolove were. He read it quickly, and felt disgusted, happy and upset all at once.
"Chocolove! Why did you draw everyone naked?" Horo said, puzzled.
"What do you mean?" Chocolove said, freeing himself from Ren.
Ren ran into the street and laughed at the atoms of air surrounding him. He then stole a purse from some old man he didn't even know and started rummaging through it. (That's right. An old man carrying a purse!)
"In this entire comic, no one, not even me, has clothing!" Horo said indignantly.
"They're stick figures, buddy. Stick figures have no need for clothes," Chocolove explained.
"Okay. Fine. Whatever. I don't care if everyone else is naked. But I will not settle for being displayed to the public as...this...naked...thing!"
"Alright. I'll agree to your pathetic demand," Chocolove said, scribbling on some clothes for Horo on the paper. "There. Isn't it beauteous?"
"Yay!" Horo squealed, snatching the paper away from Choco and scanning madly through every panel. "Can I show it to Faust, Chocolove? huh? huh? Can I?"
"Why not? No one should be deprived of the right to look at my glorious artwork!"
Just as Horo was preparing to leave, it started to rain. From the sky fell a surprised Faust and a sink.
"What the eggs? A sink?" Horo and Chocolove said in unison, completely ignoring Faust who was rolling around on his backside in pain.
"I suppose," Faust said, picking himself up and then the sink as well. "I was in the bathroom washing my hands a few minutes ago, and... I feel through the sky!" he finished dramatically, demonstrating how he had fallen from the sky.
"Wow! That's never happened to ME before, Faust! My envy could fill up all the toilet bowls of the western hemisphere!" Horo said enviously. "Ah, well, before I kill myself out of self pity, would you like to look at this?" Horo said, placing the comic in Faust's hands.
"...how very...AMAZING!" Faust said after perusing the comic, his eyes as big as saucers.
"That's because I'm amazing!" Chocolove said proudly, jabbing not one, but four thumbs at his rather large head.
Faust was washing his hands at the moment, and Horo wanted to join in the fun, which makes no sense at all seeing as how the sink doesn't have proper plumbing. Think of it as a force that we do not comprehend but its existence is known and feared.
"You can take my faucet, Horo, but you can't take my FREEDOM!" Faust cried, steeping aside so that Horo could wash his hands.
"Surrender your faucet and your freedom need not get taken away!" Horo said loudly, although Faust had already surrendered the faucet.
"Freedom, your bum! I must experience the strange, tingly sensation of washing one's hands for myself!" Chocolove said enthusiastically, pushing Horo aside so that he too could wash his hands. Outraged, Horo did an interpretive dance.
Ren, in the meantime, gave the old man's purse back after rummaging through it thoroughly and after worshipping the ground it lay on. In return, he was rewarded with a trip to the ice cream parlor for being "a good citizen".
Faust, Horo and Chocolove took turns washing their hands and then examining the wrinkles it created in their skin, wowing themselves every time, even if the process had been done thrice and was getting old. They couldn't quite get a grip on their fascination.
resurie: I've had reviews that were longer than yours, so don't worry; it's not like I'm going to tackle you to the ground! It's rather fascinating to think that people actually say such things while curled up in ball form! I thank you for liking this story, and it makes me want to...dance like an idiot knowing that. Ha ha. Blorg! I wish I had new neighbors! Mine are old, crusty, and...boring.
RenFan33: For some highly irritating and stupid reason unbeknownst to me, the underscores aren't showing up! The last chapter was written in a limited amount of time, so that may be why it wasn't quite as good as the others. (I myself laughed at that one most, though!) It's funny to think that your friend borrowed your name and reviewed while you were using the TOILET! (Sorry. I just really like that word.) And my friend told my what ROFL meant because I asked her and she was like, "I can't believe you didn't know what that meant." I laughed heartily at this.
KimBob: Yes, disgusting things at their best.
Asakihe: Bwa ha ha! And so, SquirrelFraulein makes her return!
darkshadowgirl: You seem to really like peanut butter. I'm not fond of it, really, but the crunchy kind suits me well for all occasions. And is that a threat? Is it? Because I like threats:)