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.