This was written, originally, by two crazy fools. Then a third made it even better, the crazy fool! If you don't enjoy complete craziness...read on. If you DO enjoy craziness READ ON! And review, my crazy fools!
Once there was a boy. He had a 'fro-hawk. The boys on his Lightsaber dueling team teased him. awww.
Some angst follows this account.
One day, he was a duelin', and his arm got cut off because George Lucas is obsessed with lacerated limbs and hands.
He cried. There was blood. Lots of blood. Like when Mel Gibson went crazy with the hatchet on the bad guy in The Patriot (yeh, I know that sabers cauterize…imagine blood.)
"Woe is me!" he cried "I cut off my arm with my light saber!"
The boys laughed. aww.
Along came Polly. No wait, along came Larz (dun dun daaaa). She kissed his booboo and made it all better. aww.
More angst follows this account.
Then Larz used her orange light saber and beat the carp out of the mean little boys. heh.
Any ways, the boy with the 'fro-hawk asked her out.
"Heck?" asked Larz.
"I think you are soooooooo beautiful!"
"Heck? No way Jose. You are butt ugly. The slimy kind."
The boy cried. There was blood. Lots of blood. Just like when the cannon ball took off the guy's leg in the Patriot. yeh.
So along came Neo. Not professor Neo, but the ONE. He said "You are a wimp."
More angst follows this account.
"Be excellent to each other. And party on dudes." And then he took his hand and did a kind of swooping motion and pretended to play an invisible electric guitar. Then a phone rang in the back ground. Neo picked it up and he was instantly transported to the Battle of Waterloo. He saw Napoleon and thanked him for helping him with his History Report. Napoleon shot him.
Angst.
The End.
Crazy, eh?