Me – Stupid...grumble....artificial intelligent...mutter grumble...death spike!
Fang – Uh, I presume something's wrong...
Iggy-* come out from hiding from fang* Fighting with cleverbot again?
Me- DONT MENTION THAT SIMPLETOON TO ME!
Fang&Iggy - * recoil*
Me – It insists that I am the computer! Damn it to the depths of Hades! May the next generation dance on Its spleen with much glee in their hearts! People by the masses will say "Ni" onto it! Stupid...uh...RABLE ROUSER!
Iggy- You know I don't think chat-bots have spleans...
Fang – You know you don't have to talk to it?
Me- *splutters* that would be like giving up. Plus it's hilariously random-
Cleverbot: I am a piece of colate.
User: You mean chocolate.
Cleverbot: No I mean crisps.
User: Then why didn't you say crisps?
Cleverbot: Say what?
User: CRISPS!!!
Cleverbot: You mean chips?
User: NO I MEAN MOTHER-FLIPPING CRISPS!!
Cleverbot: You should probably talk to Google if you want to get rich.
User: * facepalm*
Me- if anyone gets how talking to Google makes you rich, drop a line.
Comment of the week – Devourer Of TeleTubbies
Once again not a review but seriously? Flaming carebears and now devourer of TeleTubbies. Fan fiction has a fetish with maiming cute and cuddly ah, things.
Fang- TeleTubbies aren't cute, there freaking fluorescent mutants with TV surgically implanted in their stomachs.
Iggy- Anyone else imagining a crazy person smiling madly while viciously devouring TeleTubbies?
Me&Fang- 0_o
Iggy- ah, yeah, me neither...-shifty eyes-
Discliamer – RABLE ROUSER!
Fang- Uh, Straight Jacket? That's not what your meant to say...
Me – Oh, right heh heh, I don't own the characters or places out of MR , nor any sort of ear- protection of James Patterson, earflaps or otherwise.
Fang – Better. Well, sort of...
Warning- I would like to say If any one seems "out of character" namely Fang, don't panic, it's not bad writing ( I hope) , Its part of the storyline.
Showtime!
Fangs POV
I stood frozen at the door. Watching them. On the inside I was freaking out. I know I was meant to be acting as the cool calm and collected but I had never been briefed on this situation.
I walked slowly to my room and sat down on my bed. I was pretty sure that Max and Fa- myself were "together", so how would I handle the rejection? There was only one thing for it...
Google it.
Iggy's POV
"Hey Ig do you know where Fang is?" Max asked a she approached the couch next I was lazing on.
"Ah, no, not really" I lied. I had heard him come down to the kitchen, not two minutes ago. I was hiding under the table at the time.
"Well, I better go look for him" Max said as she turned to leave.
"NO!" I shouted jumping up and grabbing her by the shoulders to stop her from leaving.
"I mean err, that you've been spending too much time hanging around Fang, a little break will, um, do you good?" I tried to cover up. The truth was I hadn't told her about the fact that Fang had seen us kissing. I'd like my head to stay on top of my neck.
"You know, I think there are mental asylums for people like you" Max stated, confused. Oh, god she probably I was some type of jealous creep.
"Well, I – um, err ... Hey Max? Have you ever made a bomb before?" I slow smile spread across my face. God knows I would be needing explosive when Fang finds me...
Fang's POV
MAIM HIM!
The internet was useless, all the advice it gave was "How to get over her" and "Vent your anger into something productive".... I want to vent some anger to the people responsible for this crap, onto their productive organs.
All this "forgiving" stuff just didn't sound like the real Fang. The real Fang would be much more...bloodthirsty. Witch returns us to my original thoughts.
MIAM HIM!
That's not an option, my reasonable side thought; the experiments must not be harmed in anyway.
Just a little maiming?
No.
Well, what do you suggest?
....Revenge?
Hmm... I liked that idea. And Finally I could use search something Google was good at.
Torture.
Iggy's POV
"So, this is fun and all, but ... why are we converting your room into a fort?" Gazzy asked placing yet another trip wire by the door. I had set out elaborate traps around mine ( and his) room, going so far as to put barb wire around his bead.
"Well, Gazzy when you get older the minds of teenagers are affected with a little something I like to call hormones. Hormones are evil creatures that get into your head and tell you to, oh I don't know; commit heinous crimes against your brother with sharp objects, all over a small misunderstanding." I replied absentmindedly while working on my "piece-to- resistant" or whatever it was called.
Gazzy was looking overly-spooked now.
"So, how do you not get them?" he asked looking wary.
I looked him in the eye.
"You can't stop them" I proclaimed in the universal "you're doomed" voice.
Gazzy slowly hoped up and muttered something about getting something to eat before sprinting out of the room.
"Crazy kid" I muttered before returning to my army- worthy defence system.
There was no way Fang was getting in here...
Me- ok i know its short...
Fang- and late
Iggy- and makes no sense.
Me- stop picking my story apart! All right i could go on about the normal reasons people don't update- internet connection, sibling hogging computer and homework but what the real problem is the bubble game.
Iggy- Bubble...game?
Me- An addictive game on my phone, you must shoot the lumps to save the bubbles!
Fang- Sound enthralling.
Me- IT'S ADDICTIVE OK!? Anywho... I'll might be late again ( but not this late) with the next chapter because I'm going to a sleepover on the weekend. But i might manage to update on the normal Sunday time...maybe
R&R and no this does not stand for rabble rousers.