Chapter Terrible: Fearsome Toenail
Toto put more wood in the campfire and thought about the rains and how to bless 'em all properly, not missing a single droplet like a horrid liar. Toto hated liars. Everyone does, especially Lloyd Nebulon.
"Gasping doing," Silver said sadly as he returned from tucking Vector and Mighty into their beds. "How hard is life?"
"Life is like butterflies who flitter their illest. It is not reasonable nor predictable, my friend," answered Toto with an amazing opinion and an onion in his right hand. He took a bite and crushed the rest into his salsa, offering Silver a dip with his chip.
Silver carefully handled the tortilla delicacy and scooped it like a smart wise. He tasted the salsa and thought about his own salsa.
"I am trying to be incredibly spicy for mah chicky babe," said Silver with announcement properties of heavenly minds.
Toto smiled. "Justice and love are so grand. I am very proud of you, dude," said he.
"Gracias, Senor Toto-san," said Silver. He took out his banjo and played a ditty about cornbread. Toto sang to it while holding a can of parmesan betwixt his seventeen index fingers.
"What troubles thee?" asked the Toto of wisdom.
Silver exhaled like a lawn mower of melancholy, like the grass just wasn't cutting and the gas tank was filled, but leaking. Silver had so many emotions to now handle like a submarine crew.
"What is a dad?" asked Silver.
"A dad is a guy who weds your mother," replied Toto with stern definition-giving. He was like Noah Webster, but radder.
"Yes, a dad does marry yo mama, but does he understand your own holy abs?" Silver wanted to cry, so he did because he was a cinnamon roll and that stereotype is not overdone these days.
Toto smiled and took hand to the banjo and played a song about holy jaguars. It was feeling like the best rainy night in our recent years.
But Silver was a Dallas Cowboys fanboy. He could not stand Toto's stance on the NFL. He raised a fist and punched him hard in the eighteenth index finger.
"You are only boxing with me for you are feeling worried about your father," explained Toto, wiping the sacred banjo clean of the spilt fingy bloods.
Silver was furious and ran into the rain crying like an utter buffoon. He reached his larynx up to the heavens and screamed for peace in his tortured soul. But no peace would come because Silver had no sense of trying better.
"I heard him weep and it woke me outta sleep mode, dawg," said Omega to Toto in his robotic tone. "What befalls our abular bro?"
Toto was sad and played a sad song on the banjo. "Silver is having so many emotions about dads."
"I never had a dad," said Omega. He clenched his fist with clanking anger.
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