I got onto the roof of the hotel Denouement for a sun bed-bed. At least I didn't ask for a sub-sub sun bed sun bed. Yes I'm going nuts.
The next day, I appeared to of magically change into a black outfit with a cape capable (not the time for boasting about cleverness) of picking up a small gust of wind and send me flying.
I got wind and I went flying. Then I saw a girl with a harpoon gun in her hands. She reminded me of a clever saying, Spats spits.
"Esme! Esme! A crow" she called. I turned around and noticed I did look like a crow. She sadly continued "I'm ready to shoot it down". Oh nuts!
She shot as Esme said "that isn't a crow dear. It's a cakesniffer". It hit my wound that had only just healed with the blizzard and ocean.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I cried again at the same volume as on the self-sustaining mobile air-home. Annoyed, (can you blame me) I threw the harpoon at the roof. It hit a 37 pound weighing brick carrier who fell on me.
I was rushed to first aid for blood replacement and was given a tablet that was the same as the one given to me at Heimlich Hospital.
"That is flammable" I reported.
"Well, it's not like the hotel is going to burn to smithereens" he said, trying to comfort me.
How many times can my hand burn. I rushed to the ocean to cool me off when I got hit by a falling boat containing the Over Liked Awful Fool, also called Olaf.
I also lost my trousers as they were eaten by a duck. One of my stories in the Yu-Gi-Oh section contains the same duck.