Hi all, and welcome back to...

Dan and Vlad Driving Each Other Insane! (title suggestions welcome)

New episodes, airing every time I can get my hands on a computer!

Disclaimer: BARTCH FUTMAIN I AM!

Me: Who?

Bartch: Bartch Futmain? Newest clone of Butch Hartman and professional annoyance?

Me: Nope. Still coming up with nothing but a AK-47 assault rifle full of ammo.

Bartch: That hurts. No one has heard of me.

Me: No one has heard of you, but they will hear your screams in a minute.

Bartch: Oh, &$ #.

Me: Language, Bartch!

#I'm sorry, I can't continue the intro. I'm off killing a clone. Please hold#

"Shut up, Chauncy."

Vlad chuckled, it was nice to be able to annoy his younger self from the future, instead of the other way around. "No. I don't want to." admittedly though, his comebacks could use a little work.

Nevertheless, Dan scowled. "Okay. A few things. First, your breath stinks. Second, a girl just vanished in a puff of friggin pink smoke. Third, you have got to come up with better comebacks. That one was worse than your ghost form's shoes, and those things smell worse than a rotting corpse on a hot day. I'm going to have to give you lessons."

And done! Worst ending ever, huh?

I won't always be here to update, and I'm sorry. This is on my sister's iPod, and I probably won't be allowed to use it again. Lame, I know, but I don't have enough money to buy my own computer yet. Even this iPod was a hammy-down, so I didn't really get to choose which one I got.

Have a great day full of fireworks!

Fear my Fuzz,

Bear out.