Oh joy. Third chapter, happy, happy. Yes. I changed the second chapter to
'Marik' instead of 'Soap Operas' because it makes more sense. Yes. This
chapter was late because I was occupied with writing my first one-shot.
It's humour AGAIN. I'm never going to stop! MUHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Yes. It's
a 3 week early Christmas special. Why 3? Because it's also a birthday gift
to Life's Light/anime*angel because I'm too cheap to get her a REAL
present, all I got her was chocolate . . . Well if you want to read it
here's the ID: 1630440 it's called 'The Freakishly Queer YGO! Special' I
forgot to add the 'Christmas' between 'YGO!' And 'Special' I'm such an
idiot.
Now who asked questions??
Syra Lebru: No I did not know that! I know what 'Malice' meant though *nods* that's CLOSE enough to Marik's name right? RIGHT?! OOOKKKKAAAYYY! Here's you squirrel chapter! Happy now? I'M SUCH A FAILURE!!! *Sobs*
Dreammaster2411: Pluto?! Mickey Mouse's dog? LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU FOOL!!! Bakura: You idiot! Pluto's a planet you fool! How would YOU know that? Bakura: Encyclopaedias!!!!
Shadow Ishtar: Of course I can spell it! HHEHEHEHEHHE! Okay, I don't! I have spell-check! HAH! SO STUPIDLY SMART I AM IN THIS FORM OF WRITING THAT IS!
Sparklypiggy: Yah more Marik on this chapter as well! Yah. Yep. That's right. Okay, I'll read a story . . . BUT YOU NEVER SAID TO REVIEW! HAHAHAHAHAHA! SO SMART I AM AGAIN WITH THIS THING THAT I AM REFERRING TO BUT FORGOT WHAT! Uh, which one do I read??
Life's Light/anime*angel: Now you know why I need a chicken plushie for! YOUR BIRTHDAY!
Please be warned that in this chapter Bakura bashes writers. I'm just insulting myself so don't worry about it! ^__^; Also the show about the police officers are made up. Because the only show I watch on crime and stuff is 'America's Most Wanted' (even though I live in Canada), 'CSI' and 'CSI: Miami' even though the last 2 shows aren't much about cops or anything -_-;
NOTE: No Squirrels were injured in the making of this chapter. The Squirrels in this chapter are highly trained professionals and the actions they perform should not be attempted at home or anywhere else. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or E-bay
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Oh shit. I seriously need new clothes. My sleeves are too short! I must have out grown them! They only go up to my elbows! STUPID T-SHIRT!
Ryou is staring at me funny. He says that T-shirts aren't supposed to have long sleeves.
I don't believe him. I think he cut two thirds of my sleeves and sold them to a sleeve buying merchant that buys sleeves. Yes. One day I will catch him in my room conducting illegal actions with my sleeves! ONE DAY RYOU! ONE DAY!!
Hey where'd he go?! It's so cold outside! I should've stolen his jacket! Was he even wearing a jacket?
Ryou! WHERE DID YOU GO?!?! What? You were here all along? No you weren't! I didn't see you! That's stupid; you have to have moved a muscle unless you're dead . . . Yes . . . dead . . . Don't stare at me like that Ryou, I'm not imagining myself playing a major part in your demises!!
I'm going to play with my beautiful Lloyd now Ryou . . . you just sit there and *twitch* read *cringe* who in their right mind would READ? That's just stupid. What's even more stupid are the people who WRITE! Especially humour! Like for example, about an ancient Egyptian spirit that was stuck in a golden ring for countless years and freed by an everyday teenager and now is writing in a journal and slowly progressing into insanity. I mean, that's just so stupid!
Hey look Lloyd! It's Marik! I wonder if got a good spanking the other day when Isis caught him destroying Ryou's television, which I have absolutely no relation in that incident.
Marik's chucking stuff at these weird looking creatures. They look like rats with a hairdo.
A squirrel huh? And you're chucking crushed paper balls that have been filled with toxic and highly unstable chemicals that have not been tested yet? You got it on E-bay? Wow. I should really learn about this 'computer' thing.
Ryou says that you can post stories on the 'internet' and people 'worldwide' can 'read' it. Hmpf! Imagine some idiot going on a 'fiction' site and 'writing' stuff for 'people' to read! HOW PATHETIC! Who would be stupid enough to do that!
Chucking highly toxic and unstable chemicals inside of a thin paper ball at 'squirrels' is extremely entertaining. As soon as the ball hits the 'squirrel' the chemicals trapped inside explodes out of the paper ball and spreads throughout the creature.
Kind of like a Kuribo. Besides the fact that instead of disappearing cleanly, the creature let's out a large painful screeching sound of pain that they make and they shudder and twitch multiply times before they shrivel up and fall off the tree.
Very interesting.
Marik is staring at my Lloyd again! STUPID MARIK! I'll hit you with this highly unstable material!!! I WILL! So what if I have Journal! I STILL NEED MY LLOYD! NO JOURNAL! I LOVE YOU TOO! DON'T LET MARIK COME BETWEEN US! I HATE YOU MARIK! DON'T YOU KNOW ALL THIS FIGHTING IS TEARING US APART?!?!?!?!
Okay FINE Marik, I'll give you my bunny! But that's IT! Okay?
Marik's hugging the paper too tight. Come on Marik; let's go 'laminate' it. Ryou told me of this 'lamination' machine. It protects paper and such from destruction. I should 'laminate' every one of my Journal's pages after I write in them so no one can destroy my highly intelligent thoughts of the world. Yes.
Hmpft! Some old lady is staring at us strangely. DON'T LOOK AT MY LLOYD! HE'S MINE! I hug my Lloyd protectively as she continues to stare at us. Stupid hag! Marik and I decide to chuck the remaining bucket of paper balls filled with highly toxic and unstable chemicals at her.
She screeches, but everyone ignores her, she starts to shake violently and falls to the ground twitching. Her eyes are funny, they seemed to have changed color, her right pupil is rolling around counter clockwise and her left pupil is twitching up and down and it seems to be bulging out of her eye socket. Weird.
Still, not one notices the old hag. Hah. Everyone must hate her. Marik and I are laughing at her agonizing state.
Suddenly a strangely dressed man is running towards us. He sees her, the paper balls filled with toxic and highly unstable chemicals and the bucket we are holding filled with one or two of the paper balls that are still in there.
He also noticed that we were laughing to each other about how good we got the old hag with our toxic and highly unstable paper balls.
Marik also notices the strangely dressed man and tells me that he is a 'cop' or in more precisely put term, a 'police officer'. He saw them on a TV show based on police officers beating people up and getting awards for doing so. Marik says that we are going to get arrested and will die. Oh-kay . . .
The police officer looks happy actually . . . he's thanking us for driving this woman, which happens to be his mother, insane because he extremely hates her. Now he can enter her in a mental institution and be free from the misery that is his mother.
He just gave us a coupon for purchasing poisonous and explosive materials that resembles other objects. Hmmm . . . Interesting.
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What a highly boring and grammatically correct chapter. I should just end this story while I'm ahead -_-;
Well, there's your squirrel chapter Syra Lebru. Even though it stinks. I'm sorry. I stink.
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\/ Please review, even though it stinks. Do it for the old hag. And all the other old hags out there that are getting hit by toxic and highly unstable paper balls.
Now who asked questions??
Syra Lebru: No I did not know that! I know what 'Malice' meant though *nods* that's CLOSE enough to Marik's name right? RIGHT?! OOOKKKKAAAYYY! Here's you squirrel chapter! Happy now? I'M SUCH A FAILURE!!! *Sobs*
Dreammaster2411: Pluto?! Mickey Mouse's dog? LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU FOOL!!! Bakura: You idiot! Pluto's a planet you fool! How would YOU know that? Bakura: Encyclopaedias!!!!
Shadow Ishtar: Of course I can spell it! HHEHEHEHEHHE! Okay, I don't! I have spell-check! HAH! SO STUPIDLY SMART I AM IN THIS FORM OF WRITING THAT IS!
Sparklypiggy: Yah more Marik on this chapter as well! Yah. Yep. That's right. Okay, I'll read a story . . . BUT YOU NEVER SAID TO REVIEW! HAHAHAHAHAHA! SO SMART I AM AGAIN WITH THIS THING THAT I AM REFERRING TO BUT FORGOT WHAT! Uh, which one do I read??
Life's Light/anime*angel: Now you know why I need a chicken plushie for! YOUR BIRTHDAY!
Please be warned that in this chapter Bakura bashes writers. I'm just insulting myself so don't worry about it! ^__^; Also the show about the police officers are made up. Because the only show I watch on crime and stuff is 'America's Most Wanted' (even though I live in Canada), 'CSI' and 'CSI: Miami' even though the last 2 shows aren't much about cops or anything -_-;
NOTE: No Squirrels were injured in the making of this chapter. The Squirrels in this chapter are highly trained professionals and the actions they perform should not be attempted at home or anywhere else. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or E-bay
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Oh shit. I seriously need new clothes. My sleeves are too short! I must have out grown them! They only go up to my elbows! STUPID T-SHIRT!
Ryou is staring at me funny. He says that T-shirts aren't supposed to have long sleeves.
I don't believe him. I think he cut two thirds of my sleeves and sold them to a sleeve buying merchant that buys sleeves. Yes. One day I will catch him in my room conducting illegal actions with my sleeves! ONE DAY RYOU! ONE DAY!!
Hey where'd he go?! It's so cold outside! I should've stolen his jacket! Was he even wearing a jacket?
Ryou! WHERE DID YOU GO?!?! What? You were here all along? No you weren't! I didn't see you! That's stupid; you have to have moved a muscle unless you're dead . . . Yes . . . dead . . . Don't stare at me like that Ryou, I'm not imagining myself playing a major part in your demises!!
I'm going to play with my beautiful Lloyd now Ryou . . . you just sit there and *twitch* read *cringe* who in their right mind would READ? That's just stupid. What's even more stupid are the people who WRITE! Especially humour! Like for example, about an ancient Egyptian spirit that was stuck in a golden ring for countless years and freed by an everyday teenager and now is writing in a journal and slowly progressing into insanity. I mean, that's just so stupid!
Hey look Lloyd! It's Marik! I wonder if got a good spanking the other day when Isis caught him destroying Ryou's television, which I have absolutely no relation in that incident.
Marik's chucking stuff at these weird looking creatures. They look like rats with a hairdo.
A squirrel huh? And you're chucking crushed paper balls that have been filled with toxic and highly unstable chemicals that have not been tested yet? You got it on E-bay? Wow. I should really learn about this 'computer' thing.
Ryou says that you can post stories on the 'internet' and people 'worldwide' can 'read' it. Hmpf! Imagine some idiot going on a 'fiction' site and 'writing' stuff for 'people' to read! HOW PATHETIC! Who would be stupid enough to do that!
Chucking highly toxic and unstable chemicals inside of a thin paper ball at 'squirrels' is extremely entertaining. As soon as the ball hits the 'squirrel' the chemicals trapped inside explodes out of the paper ball and spreads throughout the creature.
Kind of like a Kuribo. Besides the fact that instead of disappearing cleanly, the creature let's out a large painful screeching sound of pain that they make and they shudder and twitch multiply times before they shrivel up and fall off the tree.
Very interesting.
Marik is staring at my Lloyd again! STUPID MARIK! I'll hit you with this highly unstable material!!! I WILL! So what if I have Journal! I STILL NEED MY LLOYD! NO JOURNAL! I LOVE YOU TOO! DON'T LET MARIK COME BETWEEN US! I HATE YOU MARIK! DON'T YOU KNOW ALL THIS FIGHTING IS TEARING US APART?!?!?!?!
Okay FINE Marik, I'll give you my bunny! But that's IT! Okay?
Marik's hugging the paper too tight. Come on Marik; let's go 'laminate' it. Ryou told me of this 'lamination' machine. It protects paper and such from destruction. I should 'laminate' every one of my Journal's pages after I write in them so no one can destroy my highly intelligent thoughts of the world. Yes.
Hmpft! Some old lady is staring at us strangely. DON'T LOOK AT MY LLOYD! HE'S MINE! I hug my Lloyd protectively as she continues to stare at us. Stupid hag! Marik and I decide to chuck the remaining bucket of paper balls filled with highly toxic and unstable chemicals at her.
She screeches, but everyone ignores her, she starts to shake violently and falls to the ground twitching. Her eyes are funny, they seemed to have changed color, her right pupil is rolling around counter clockwise and her left pupil is twitching up and down and it seems to be bulging out of her eye socket. Weird.
Still, not one notices the old hag. Hah. Everyone must hate her. Marik and I are laughing at her agonizing state.
Suddenly a strangely dressed man is running towards us. He sees her, the paper balls filled with toxic and highly unstable chemicals and the bucket we are holding filled with one or two of the paper balls that are still in there.
He also noticed that we were laughing to each other about how good we got the old hag with our toxic and highly unstable paper balls.
Marik also notices the strangely dressed man and tells me that he is a 'cop' or in more precisely put term, a 'police officer'. He saw them on a TV show based on police officers beating people up and getting awards for doing so. Marik says that we are going to get arrested and will die. Oh-kay . . .
The police officer looks happy actually . . . he's thanking us for driving this woman, which happens to be his mother, insane because he extremely hates her. Now he can enter her in a mental institution and be free from the misery that is his mother.
He just gave us a coupon for purchasing poisonous and explosive materials that resembles other objects. Hmmm . . . Interesting.
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What a highly boring and grammatically correct chapter. I should just end this story while I'm ahead -_-;
Well, there's your squirrel chapter Syra Lebru. Even though it stinks. I'm sorry. I stink.
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\/ Please review, even though it stinks. Do it for the old hag. And all the other old hags out there that are getting hit by toxic and highly unstable paper balls.