Oh, thanks for the reviews! I love you guys!
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Day Peanut Butter Jelly Time:
Phil won't talk to me anymore. The music box guy still says nothing except for "Goaroundgoaroundgoaroundgoaround". The heap of candy is going stale, and it was only those annoying,
bottom-of-the-Halloween-bag crappy generic chocolate with almonds. AT LEAST get a name brand, people. The Sell me something with C Guy is asleep. The diet soda fountain works
at least.
I'm going to try and break out tomorrow.
Day Prison Break:
I tried to escape today.
And failed miserably.
I aimed for one of the tunnel exits, but wound bashing into... A bunch of stale blueberry muffins. THE CEILING IS MADE OF MUFFINS! WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME!?
Well anyway, the music box guy stopped singing his crazy chant long enough to tell an interesting story, which goes like this;
" Once once once,
once once once,
onnnncee,
there was a guy,
dreeeessed in green,
and he had, and he had,
some kind of messed up flute,
some kind of messed up flute.
DA DA DA, DA DA DA,
DAA DA DA DA DA DA DA,
DA DA DA DA DA DA DAAA!
Well anyway, well anyway,
on his messed up flute,
he played a song,
he played a song.
DA DA DA, DA DA DA,
DAA DA DA DA DA DA DA
DA DA DA DA DA DA DAAA!
And it,
and it,
screwed up the windmill,
something awful,
something awful,
DA DA DA, DA DA DA,
DAA DA DA DA DA DA DA
DA DA DA DA DA DA DAAA!
And it caused,
and it caused,
a weird paradox,
a weird paradox,
a weeeeird paradox,
aaaaa weeeeird paradox,
a weird paradox,
DA DA DA, DA DA DA,
DAA DA DA DA DA DA DA
DA DA DA DA DA DA DAAA!
And-then-some-guy-came-and-made-me-immortal-so-I-can plague-generations-with-my-annoying-story,
DA DA DA DA DAAAAA!"
It was... Interesting.
Day:OOBLEOOBLEOOBLEOOB!
OOBLEOOBLEOOBLEOOBLEOOOOB!
IT'S I, DA SKULLKID! SKULLKID IN DA HOOOOOOUSE! LET MY DAWGZ ON DIS SIDE GIMME A HEEEEY! AND LET MY DAWGZ ON DIS SIDE GIMME A WHAAAAT!
ALL TOGETHA NOW HEY WHAT?! SK IN DA HOUSE YA'LL DAWGZ, '07, PEACE OUT.
Day What The Crackmonkey?:
SkullKid just invaded my diary. Yeah, he got dragged in by a Floormaster. He speaks only in horrible sterotyped rapper slang. He keeps saying he'll use the powers of some wooden mask to get us out... Let's see how that goes.
Phil still won't talk to me.
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It for now! R&R YA'LL!
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