Beetee is evil

Beetee looked at the complicated equation on the paper in front of him for a long, LONG time.

-2^(2xa+5b)+2^(xb+3a)+4abcd=0

…the fuck was he supposed to get from that?

He was already trying to solve it all morning, but as determined as he was, he was also super annoyed with this equation and decided he deserved a break.

And even though he didn't particularly like this site and knew there are millions of other things for him to do that would be both more entertaining and challenging than that, he logged into this site.

Facebook.

Beetee read his profile, smiling at how smart he was and how important he made himself sound like in his profile.

Beetee's Profile Page

Name: Beetee.

Age: 47.

Home: District Three.

Current location: In front of the computer, doing scientific, smart stuff.

Interested in: Statistics, inventing things, being smart, laughing at stupid people, wires.

In a relationship: Dedicated to my work.

After finishing reading his profile, Beetee turned to look at his Wall.

Being the smart man that he was, he already predicted that most chances are that he'd have a message.

He wasn't wrong.

Obviously.

The message was written by Johanna Mason on July 2 at 13:06PM.

'You're pathetic.'

Beetee, who again wasn't surprised by Johanna' rudeness, wrote a reply after a few moments of consideration.

'That might be your opinion, but your opinion isn't the one deciding whether I'm pathetic or not. I guarantee you that at least several people, if not more, will disagree with you. I, for one, think that I'm not pathetic at all, just very passionate about my work. I also think you're a bully and annoying as hell, but that's just my opinion.'

Johanna was quick to reply.

'I am not a bully!'

Random Guy From District Three wrote the next comment.

'J-Johanna? C-Can you pl-please give me my g-glasses back?'

Johanna Mason sent a reply a few moments later.

'*breaking the glasses* Oops. Lost them.'

President Snow The Sexy Rooster decided to join the conversation.

'You're the worst, Johanna, dawg.'

Johanna's response was short and to the point.

'Don't call me a dawg.'

Beetee decided to write the next comment.

'I agree with President Snow on this one. You are evil.'

Cato The Sexy Buffalo then joined the conversation.

'Well, that's what makes her so awesome. At least she can be evil! You can't even think about being naughty towards people.'

Beetee was actually quite insulted by this. And wasn't that surprising?

'I can be evil and cruel if I just put my mind into it,' He wrote simply, knowing that he's right.

Finnick Odair then joined the conversation.

'Yeah right. Even Annie's more evil than you are.'

Beetee was torn for a few seconds, then decided to show them his evil side.

'Okay! But remember, you just pressured me into doing this!'

'Yeah, yeah…' Cato The Sexy Buffalo wrote in his 'oh-so-caring' way.

Johanna Mason, Finnick Odair and President Snow The Sexy Rooster all liked this.

Beetee decided to teach them a lesson to never try and challenge him again.

Because his dark side… oh, it was dark.

And it was time to show his evilness!

'You. Get. Stuck. After. Every. Single. Word. I. Write. Isn't. That. Annoying. I. Bet. It. Is. Muha. Ha. Ha. Ha.'

It took Johanna Mason several long minutes to write Beetee a reply.

'That's your evil plan? God, you're stupid.'

Beetee immediately wrote a reply.

'I'm. Not. Stupid. This. Thing. Is. A. Known. Way. To. Aggravate. People. I. Read. About. This. Online. Google. Is. Awesome.'

Finnick Odair sent the next comment.

'You know what, this is starting to annoy me… '

'Told. You. So.' Was Beetee's reply.

Johanna Mason quickly sent a new message.

'Okay, just – stop! Please, I can't take it anymore!'

'This is a torture!' President Snow The Sexy Rooster agreed.

Beetee sent a simple, short comment, to show them all exactly what's on his overly-active and extremely creative and sophisticated mind.

'Hee. Hee.'

Peeta Mellark then decided to join the conversation.

'Oh, Beetee. I know what is like, to be so dedicated to your work. Here, I just wrote another poem about my work as a baker!'

Beetee looked at the screen in horror, then wrote an extremely quick reply.

'Please. Do. Not. Share. This. Poem. With. Me. Your. Poems. Are. Horrible. I. Do. Not. Want. To. Read. Your. Poem.'

It took Peeta Mellark two seconds to reply.

'LOL, Beetee you write funny! Too bad I didn't have the power to actually read what you've written, but I'm sure it was very supportive of my poems!'

'Thanks, Beetee.' Cato The Sexy Buffalo sent bitterly.

Johanna Mason, Finnick Odair, President Snow The Sexy Rooster, Annie Cresta and Peeta Mellark liked this.

'Oh, it's so nice of you, to thank Beetee for expressing your loaf for my poems! I'm touched ;)' Peeta Mellark wrote, feeling touched.

Johanna Mason sent the next comment.

'*don't punch him, don't punch him, don't punch him, don't punch him…*'

Peeta Mellark sent the next comment then, with the poem and all.

'Here it is!

~.~

I live in a bakery, I'm in charge of the cakes,

But there's only one thing I'd really like to bake.

Bread, bread, that's what I loaf,

If you say you hate bread, then you're just a stupid oaf.

~.~

I'm at my family's bakery, baking some bread,

When my mother walks in, frowning a tad.

She looks at the bread, then yells to my face,

"You useless kid. Pick up your pace!"

~.~

I work faster and harder 'cause that's mommy's wish

She puckers her lips and looks like a fish.

The dough is all ready, I'm happy and proud,

But where are the raisins? They're nowhere to be found!

~.~

I look out the window, then under the table,

And find a dead cockroach and a small weak cable.

I search and I search, and find a small dice,

And I think in my head that I should've just made rice.

~.~

My mother looks stiff, she doesn't even itch,

I would've been worrying if she wasn't such a b*tch,

I gave up on finding them after ten minutes,

And decided to just put in there a few extra peanuts.

~.~

My mother finally moves, and opens her bag,

She pulls out a few raisins and put them in my hand.

I smile a big smile, and she just shakes her head,

And that's how my mommy helped me save the bread.

~.~'

Beetee just stared at the poem, feeling sad and happy at the same time. Sad, 'cause he just had to read this nonsense. But happy, because the suffer of reading this poem was over, thank God.

Annie Cresta was the first one to send a comment on Peeta's poem.

'O.O'

Peeta Mellark sent a quick reply.

'I know. I'm good, aren't I?'

Johanna Mason sent another one of her delightful comments.

'*don't punch him, don't punch him, don't punch him, don't punch him…*'

Beetee wrote a comment of his own.

'That. Was. The. Worst. Poem. I've. Ever. Had. The. Misfortune. Of. Reading.'

Peeta Mellark immediately replied.

'Again, didn't have the power to read what you wrote, but I'm sure your comment was filled with compliments about my poem :)'

Cato The Sexy Buffalo sent, too, a comment filled with compliments and support.

'I need to kill someone. Where are my swords when I need them?'

President Snow The Sexy Rooster was quick to reply.

'Oh, sweetie, you swallowed them all!'

'Oh, right. Sh*t.' Was Cato The Sexy Buffalo's response to that.

Annie Cresta finally got over her initial shock and wrote what she actually felt about this awful poem.

'I LOVED IT!'

And the only thing that Finnick was able to write after reading his wife's supportive comment on such a bad poem was, '*facepalm*'

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah! Hallelujah! HALLELUJAH!

Thank. God.

Thank. Freaking. God.

I finished rewriting all of the 30 chapters. Am so proud of myself for finishing them all! :D

And now, FINALLY, new chapters! Can't wait to start writing them!

I really hope you liked this chapter, and have a lovely day. No, you know what? Have a lovely WEEK. I'm feeling generous :)