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CKMMFGSD ADVENTURES!

Lucy pitifully looks down at her hands, swallowing a slight cough. Her turquoise eyes glance around the room as the clock ticks.

This was the one thing CK hates.

Lucy always got detailed, descriptive writting.

Mr. Meanachu was okay with it.

Squid just blubbed.

Fabby Girl was jealous, she wanted descriptive writting, too!

Dragon just wants belly rubs.

It was no fair.

Lucy's sentences were always so detailed.

Yet, the other's were plain.

Dragon was gonna do something about it.

If it meant getting belly rubs.

DRAGON'S QUEST!

Dragon glances around, as he notices he is in a pixelated world.

Wait a second!

He was getting descriptive writting!

Dragon gulps as the sun reflects off his bright red scales. It was relieving to know he could for once be in the spotlight and have detailed writting. But he still had a nervous feeling. The feeling was urging him to complete the level? Wait, who wrote this script?

Who?

This isn't a level, this is Mario's wor- OH WAIT!

I GET IT NOW!

SORRY! I'LL KEEP READING.

Since his detailed writting described his emotions, he could think of anything and the words would just say what he was feeling at that very moment.

Suddenly, a glob of puke gathers up into his mouth as he roughly swallows it.

Wait, this is disgusting! Can I have a commercial break? Yay!

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*tv fuzzing noise*

Okay, I'll finish reading now. No more interruptions.

Dragon jumps in the air as his head hits a concrete block.

He thought it was SUPER MARIO.

But, it wasn't.

The blocks were props.

He just hit his head off of a concrete object.

Dragon's head ached as he began to grow dizzy. *detailed writting for Dragon, yay!*

He faints.

Dragon slowly begins to regain consciousness.

He slowly opens his eyes as a bright light shines in his eyes.

Dragon squints, adjusting to the bright light.

He slowly gets himself up.

CK was standing in front of him, her arms crossed.

"Why did you hit your head off concrete, dummy?"

"How did you know I did?" Dragon asks in confusion.

"I was spying on you," Squid jumps in.

"SQUID, YOU CAN TALK?!" Mr. Meanachu exclaims.

"I KNEW IT ALL ALONG!" Fabby Girl's jaw drops to the ground. Literally.

TO BE CONTINUED...

MWAH HA HA HA, CLIFF HANGERS!