((Okay... I wrote this on another account, lost the password, posted it on another account, lost the password, so now I'm posting it again. Although, it is revised and edited, so it's more easily-readable. ;; Hope you enjoy.))
"HELP!" Thatz screamed. He bolted up and held his blankie to his chest. "That's," he began, catching his breath, "that's the last time I eat SPAM before bed." He could feel the squishy wetness of the plastic sheets around him. "Thatz, isn't it a little early in the morning to be screaming your head off?" Rune mumbled, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Rune's voice triggered a memory due lost to severe trauma in Thatz's mind. "NO! The MONEYS! The MONEYS! I'm MELTING!" he screamed, and indeed, he was melting. I think. Go away.
"Calm down, Thatz!" Rune complained loudly. "It was probably just a dream." The agitated elf rubbed his temples. "Why, if I ever get a radioactive waffle to shove down that ingrate's throat, it'll be all to late," he mumbled, hoping that Thatz wouldn't hear.
Thatz, out of all that is born of sheer randomness, began poking Rune, hoping the elf would spontaneously combust so that Thatz could make a fine turkey dinner that he could eat with a nice Chardonnay. "Poking is fun and it grows on a chicken," Thatz said, licking his lips, preparing for the long-awaited turkey dinner.
"No, Thatz," Rune said, shaking his head as one would do with a child. "That's mold." Thatz's face glowed with a smile. "You're such a good friend, Rune." And he leaned on his friend's shoulder. Rune couldn't help but let escape an intense, poorly concealed optical-muscular spasm as he felt the wet bottom of Thatz's pajamas through his own pants leg. "I don't like you."
"I will sue you for saying that!" Thatz yelled. "Uhhhh…?" Rune uh-ed. "I will use my teleporter-thingy to teleport us to the court place!" Suddenly, they arrived in the court-place.
"Why are you here?" The Great Judge Rath asked.
"He – he," Thatz stuttered between sobs, "He killed Mr. DeathDie!" A great gasp swept the room.
"What!" Rune exclamatory-sentenced. "I did not kill the stupid Mr. DeathDie! It's just a giant die that turns people into gambling freaks!" Rune yelled.
"Then what did you do?" The Great Judge Rath questioned.
"I just said 'I don't like you' to him!" Another gasp ran across the court.
The Great Judge Rath gasped this time, as well. "You - You dared utter those words to the Almighty Thatz? You… Shall… Pay! Fire - send him to the UltraPrincipal!"
((Ooh, what will happen next? Stay tuned to this fine perveyor of squid chops to find out.))