Hey peeps! This is Kailee and CHristine with THE MOST RETARDED STORY EVER! Enjoy.

I followed Cory into the room, and suddenly, he advanced on me with a knife.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING CORY? WHAT ARE YOU ON? RUM?" I asked, stepping backward and squishing a rat under my foot in the process.

"I want YOUR HAIR!" He exclaimed.

"But why?" I asked, grabbing my head protectively.

"I need it for Locks Of Love. But I have good news," he stated and I blinked, shocked.

"WHAT?"

"I just saved a bunch of money on my broom insurance by switching to Dieco!" He yelled, a maniac glint in his eyes.

"CUT!" I heard a voice yell behind me. I turned quickly and saw a camera crew filming Cory and I.

Suddenly from behind me, Cory ran up and gouged my eyes out. I ran around blindly, knocking over the commercial set.

Finally, I fell over.

"You do know this means your not getting paid," the director stated, and tears fell from my empty eye sockets at the thought of not getting paid for my pain.

The door opened and someone rushed in. I didn't know who it was because I couldn't see.

"JESUS LOVES ME! JESUS LOVES ME!" It was definitely Skye.

"Ewww, what's with the snotty-bloody barrette in your hair, Skye?" Cory asked.

"JESUS LOVES – what? Ewwwww, Voldemort put it back in?" Skye screamed.

"Skye, are you okay?" I asked her.

"Ew, Ry, where are your eyes?" Skye asked, disgusted.

"Cory gouged them out!" I yelled angrily.

"That's not a Jesus-like thing to do, Cory! Think W.W.J.D.!" Skye scolded.

"It was in the script," Cory sighed.

"Okay, well this is going absolutely nowhere," I burped in anger. I get a bit gassy and I have burp attacks when my eyes get gouged out.

"Ryliey, I still need your hair!" Cory yelled, swiping the knife across my head, causing my hair to fall to the ground.

Then, we all died.

The end.

How speshimal.

Yay, that's the story friends! Buhbye now!