Youtube. A place where young and old, idiot and non, EPIC FAILS and EPIC WINS collect and share themselves in the most moronic and genius way created. I have found something on here... how should I put it? Well, let's just say Mikey's gonna be pissed. He will most likely hunt down this person and slit his neck open. OH, THE HORROR! But I can't not tell him, I don't want him to get mad at me. You know what'll happen! Blood, screaming, spider monkeys, torture, that stuff...
cookiemonster195: Mikey... get over here...
~MEOW-RE-MIX~: of course jason! Let me just magically poof to some swampy lake in new jersey, just cuz master says so! Your wish is my command, master! Screw off? Please?
Cookiemonster195: you're on youtube, idiot!
Cookiemonster195: Mikey?
Cookiemonster195: hellloooooooo???
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Michael appeared behind Jason, pushing his head into the keyboard. Wait, did he poof here?!
"Maybe..." Michael smirked. Ugh. I showed him the video...
"CARAMELLDANSEN! OOH OOH OOWAH OOWAH!!" the speakers blasted the cheery, Swedish tune as a chibi Michael Myers danced his heart out.
"... THE HELL, MAN?! Does anyone have any sense these days? I mean, come on!! Caramelldansen? CARAMELLDANSEN?! I am the Bogeyman himself, THE SHAPE! My name strikes fear into hearts everywhere, but noooooooo! Now it's, 'Micheal Myers? I saw him in that Caramelldansen video!' GRRROOOOAAAARR!!" Jason stared in awe of what was in front of him. 'Michael Myers' and 'talkative' really don't go in the same sentence or paragraph. Hell, even the same page! Unless the word 'not' is between them....
He better stop yelling or Mommy's gonna get mad.