HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIIIII! Still here!
I think Vlad has had enough surprises.
DAN'S TURN!
Dan: *whimpers* Don't you already torture me enough in your random story?
Me: Nope.
Dan: *hides* Save me! She's crazy!
Me: I HEARD THAT!
Dan: *shrinks*
Disclaimer: I AM BUTCH HARRTMAN!
Me: *pushes Harrtman into Ghost Zone* WHOEVER YOU ARE THAT KEEPS CLONING HARTMAN, STOP NOW!
Vlad: *shrugs* I'm telling you, I didn't do it!
Me: Hmmm...
Dan: *still hiding*
Me: DAN! BTW, I own nothing except my arsenal of weapons (There were so many, my vault didn't hold them all. They are now kept in my abandoned army fort) and neither does Harrtman.
Dan: RUN AWAY! *runs away*
Me: *runs after him with bazooka* STOP YOUR FREAKY CLONING THING!
*We are having technical difficulties right now, but we'll be back right after this!*
"Yes, Vlad. I know this is your lab, but it was mine first." Dan told Vlad, barely suppressing a laugh. This man's expression was priceless!
"I understand that, but why don't you have your own lab?" Vlad's sanity was thinning to a near eye-twitch level. "This is the past to me, remember? My lab wouldn't exist yet. Plus," he mumbled, "I was too busy taking over the world and razing it to the ground to build a secret lab."
This time, Vlad's eye did twitch. "What? You mean to tell me that were so busy taking over the world you didn't have time to build a secret lab?"
"Yep," Dan replied, keeping his irritatingly calm air about him.
Vlad studied Dan. Wasn't Dan taller earlier? Or was it just that he was floating unintentionally? Nope. His feet were planted firmly on the ground. He looked at Dan again. Dan was definitely smaller than he was five minutes ago. What was going on?
And done!
Vlad: I thought you said no more surprises. *pouts*
Me: I lied.
Anywhozen, this is to the guest who complained about my clone's name:
IT'S A CLONE! DEAL WITH IT! I DO NOT OWN BUTCH HARTMAN, BUT I DO OWN BUTCH HAARTMAN, BUTCH HEARTMAN, BUTCH HARRTMAN, BUTSH HARTMAN, BUTCH HARTMANN, BUTCH HARTTMAN AND PROBABLY SOME OTHERS.
I'm done.
Wow. That's a lotta clones.
Me: You said it.
OOOKKKKAAAYYYY, and now I'm talking to myself.
Dan: Sorry?
Me: Oh, trust me, you will be. *pulls out keys to fighter jet*
Fighter Jet: *car unlocking sound*
Dan: *runs away* RUNAWAYRUNAWAYRUNAWAYRUNAWAYRUNAWAYYYYYYYYYY!
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Fear my Fuzz,
A-Bear-Who-Has-To-Hunt-Down-And-Destroy-Dan out.
