The A.S.U.F.G.R.G.T.
(That can't be spelt wrong!)
Kiki was staring at the roof for some strange reason. Punchy was there, with some seafood lasagne.
Punchy: I'm hungry…. Ahh! The lasagne, it's gone! Dun dun duh!
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Kiki: I get the point.
Stitches walks in.
Kiki: Look up!
Stitches: Ok….err…….what is that?
Near the roof of Kiki's house was some trash with gold spray paint on, tied to a shabby balloon.
Kiki: I'm glad you asked; it's my Amazing Super Ultra Flying Golden Really-Good Thingy! It was very expensive.
Stitches: Kiki, you've been ripped off.
Suddenly the door flew open, and Fergus padded in.
Fergus: Meet Rowan!
Rowan walks in, spotlights go on, fancy music comes on and writing flashes up saying "The Fergus (I'm not telling you my second name) Show."
Stitches: OMG! Are you Rowan, the creator of "Rowan stuff"?
Rowan: Sort of….
Stitches: Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
Rowan: Actually, I just did the scripting. My friend Rolf did animation, site design, sound, links, shop products, mangotunes and the song "Crabs."
Stitches: What the hell?
Rowan: And the site will soon be renamed "Rolf stuff."
Fergus: BUT he is a karate….
Rowan: No.
Fergus: Ok, Tae Kwon Do…..
Rowan: No.
Fergus: Kung Fu?
Rowan: No.
Fergus: Is it….maybe….Judo?
Rowan: Hell No!
Fergus: Well, he's an expert of some weird Martial Art.
Meanwhile……
Pate was in her house, eating peach pie. Her house was… kinda creepy.
Pate: Ahh, this is the life.
Suddenly a weird blue Gyroid with an orange antenna sticking out of the top of it's head burst in. Pate screamed, urinated all over the floor and then screamed, again.
Gyroid: Commander of gyroids B-Dog sends me. He is told by his master to give you some, TREATMENT!
Pate: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
A CLIFFHANGER! Ohhh! Aaah! Come on, REVIEWS! Oh, and when Punchy says Nooooo etc, you should read it all, I sneaked in little things.
