The heroes settled down in the employee lounge in the Neopet's office. Todd of course had to clean up because the animation department was flooded knee-deep in salty emo blood. Its okay, they'll be fine… but let's just keep our fingers crossed.

"Well after all that," I started. "We finally got our coke."

"By the way, how was call of Juarez?" Ben asked, curious.

"Meh, it was okay, but it would have been better if the heroes you played as were not so hateable. I'll stick with guitar hero. I might play with pickles, once he gets out of the special care unit."

"This plot was terrible." Donna butted in.

"I know, well, that's for you. But none of this death or destruction matters. All that matters is that we have our coke in our hands." The heroes nodded and opened their cans, sipping gracefully. But then.

"It's… Kinda warm…"

"You know, Cocoa Cola actually tastes like RC when warm."

"This is terrible."

"Wait!" Ben exclaimed. "We went through all that just for this!?"

I got up with Donna and left.

"I knew we should have gone to the convenience store."

THE END!!

Wow! That was a waste of time! But I couldn't have done this terrible story without the following help!

Lookaway -- For feedback, beta reading and cameo appearances.

Brian Nelson -- For Feedback, beta Reading and Cameo appearance.

Dan… I can't pronounce his name – for Cameo appearance.

My sister – For feedback and pushing me to write down the next chapter

Adam and Donna – For not giving me hate mail and suing me

Chuck Norris – Just because…

Half-life – For killing time

Valve – For making half-life

Britney spears – For being the center of media attention

Ben – For killing Jack Thompson

Fanfiction – For surviving all that horrible fanfiction over the years.

And You – For reading this steaming pile of crap!

Now, I have another plan for a… story… Except it is actually going to be a redux version of "The Tales of Woe" Plot. Don't worry, it's not gonna be as retarded as this. I might start writing it in February. Because exams suck.

CIAO!!