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A/N I would like to thank everyone that has reviewed, sent a suggestion, added this story to alert, added to favourites or has even taken time to read it. What would I do without y'all?

"No... My brother fair..." Jessie began to murmur as she dramatically placed the back of her hand on her forehead, with Woody stood before her with a 'dramatized' expression of concern etched across his face as the play continued on at the centre of the stage. "I leave never will you."

Mr Pricklepants rolled his eyes. Couldn't they perform ONE Play without messing it up? Or was this an absolute impossibility?

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no" The Porcupine began to urge, forcing back a sigh of annoyance in the process. "Those aren't the correct lines."

Rolling her eyes, Jessie turned in her position in order to face the Porcupine.

"I'm doing my best here," Jessie protested, the only reason why she was in this position in the first place being because she had been dared to volunteer (by Dolly of course, but the Cowgirl wasn't allowed to mutter a single word about the matter) being the female protagonist in Mr. Pricklepants original play: 'The Tales of Three Accomplices'. Nonetheless, she had absolutely no idea what the play was about and had simply been instructed to learn the lines. However, it turned out that Jessie wasn't the most literate of the group. In fact, one could consider this to be correct indeed.

"But you are quoting the dialogue in an incoherent manner."

Okay, so Jessie wasn't the only confused toy around the area anymore, since the eyebrows of many arched towards the ceilings.

"Huh?" Jessie asked, clearly confused as she bit her lips in order to keep track of her reeling thoughts. "Can we have that in English please?"

"But that was in English." The Porcupine shot back, clearly outraged as his posture straightened.

"REGULAR English..." Another toy added. Had it been Mr Potato Head? Some of the others hadn't been so sure as they directed their gaze in the direction of the Porcupine. In their opinion, the small quarrel had been WAY more attractive, to the eyes, than the play itself. God how it had sucked...

"This IS regular English." Mr. Pricklepants pointed out as he scoffed and straightened his posture.

"No it ain't." Jessie inputted as she folded her arms across her chest, her smile widening across her face as she tapped the hilt of her plastic boot against the floor. She didn't enjoy either the play or this discussion to be honest. But the little quarrel would beat Mr Pricklepants' plays any day.

"It is! I'll have you know that not a single word in my work cannot be found in the English language today."

"Yeah," Jessie began, rolling her eyes in the process as she sighed. "'Cause everyone just uses the word 'thou' in an average conversation."

"But the word is still used in this language!" Mr Pricklepants pointed out as he flailed his arms into the air. "And it's a word I use often."

The other toys just couldn't help it; they smiled along with Jessie. This was WAY better than having to sit through the play.

"Maybe so..." Woody murmured, surprising taking Jessie's side in the situation. "But that doesn't mean the word exists."

"I agree with ya there Woody." Slinky butted in, leading on a charade of nods and murmurs as he settled back down into his position.

"But it does exist!"

"Not in the regular language." Hamm commented as his expression arched sharply: It was true, no one used 'thou' any more - it was too old.

"But it is!"

"Fine then." Jessie murmured as the corners of her lips inched themselves into a smirk. "Prove it."

...

"You see!" Mr Pricklepants pointed out as they opened the web-page. "The word is right there!"

By the time some of them had even gotten around the computer, most of the toys within the group were bored out of their minds - literally - but there had still been nothing to do against the matter as they all gathered around the screen: It was either this, or they'd be standing around for ages, therefore making them seem like a right idiot as they waited for the rest of the group to follow.

"It tells us that the word had been used to indicate the one who had been addressed." The Porcupine informed as he highlighted the single sentence on the screen, making the words stand against the back ground like a large, black tank within the centre of a snow blizzard as he read over the high lighted words."And the text explains what the word means. So you cannot say that the word is not used today."

Rolling her eyes, Jessie pried the mouse from Mr Pricklepants' hands and highlighted a single sentence.

'From Old English'

"Well." Mr Pricklepants began to scoff as the realization crashed down on him like a ton of Lego Blocks. "Just because he doesn't live on in your souls doesn't mean he's dead!"

No one had to ask who the Porcupine meant as Mr Pricklepants stormed away from the group.

God he can be dramatic.

A/N Do not ask me why I wrote this (other than to get over a case of Writer's Block of course), because I honestly have no idea. You see, this is what happens when I have a migraine whilst I write...

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