Disclaimer- I no own FFCC
Author's note- I know yurtle is a stupid name. Blame my friend for using it.
It was after the end of the year celebration. Gil and Yurtle were successful in their mission for the year. Now, the two caravanners were wandering back to their homes, drunk as a pair of Irishmen on St. Patrick's Day.
They stumbled on when Gil stopped his friend at a house along the way.
"Dude, dude, hold up a shec. You have to shee thish." Gil slurred. His friend stopped and gazed at the house, trying to focus his eyes.
"Whashat? All I shee ish a moogle." Yurtle said.
"Wait for it, wait for it…"
They waited. About a second later the moogle fell over backwards. (Anybody who hasn't noticed the moogles falling over, I laugh at your ignorance)
The two companions fell over laughing, fists pounding the ground, bawling at that insignificant spectacle as only drunk people can. (It works when you're hyper to)
"Dude, thatsh freakin' aweshome." A teary eyed Yurtle said.
"Hold it, hold it, he does it again."
They waited. The moogle fell over again. Gil and Yurtle were on the floor again laughing harder then last time. The same happened the next time the moogle fell over. And the next time. And the next, and the next, and the next…
10 hours later
The parents of the two caravanners came out the next day to collect their comatose bodies. After exchanging pleasantries with each other, they departed to their separate homes, (This happened every year), dragging their sons behind them. But…
The moogle was still falling over!
I might try some serious stuff next chapter. I will also insert the top ranked FFCC player in the entire world, whom my friend and I know personally.