Two updates within two days? What is this, the beginning of the review? :)
Also, I'm thinking about doing a 'sarcastic version' of the Jo Bekke story. Where I take the fic and rewrite it, with good grammar and stuff, but I incorporate the parts that don't make sense in the original fic and sarcastically bash them. I'm planning to post the first chapter in the next few days, so if you guys could let me know your thoughts, and if I should continue with it, it would be great! You guys are awesome!
A/M: Ugh. StOP FLAINIMG!11111 honesley, if somon dide then its ther OWN FAULT!111111111111111 I relly don't car.
I really don't plane.
I really don't boat. Wait, never mind, I ship all the time. XP
You need to stop bein meen 2 ME!1111111
Yeah, as soon as you do the same to the world. Hypocrite alert!
Ugh, bi da wae thanks 2 darel 4 eidiiting the story
...yeah...
Oh yeah, thanks darel. You know, I'm starting to doubt this guy's existence.
Chaptr; Wich chapter
'The Attack of the Sandwiches'.
are we on? I tink its number 39. but if you count that stupid HAKER, that dum one!1111111 then it mite be numbr 39.
So what you're saying is that it should be 39, but it might be 39? Sensible? I think not.
"trever, what the hek are you doing with us?"
Rude. He just walked up to you, jeez.
"I don't know he sad," aand ran away!11111111
Trever, that is not how to deal with confrontation.
He's just getting used to not being a toad. Cut him some slack.
"Ugh,' hes annoying. I says.
So are you. And maybe he wouldn't be so annoying if you turned him back into a toad, like he's supposed to be!
" I knoe," darry said.
We continued to eet our fude.
Every time I see 'fude', I think 'fudge'. I'm hungry right now...
Ugh...lunch in an hour and a half ish...yay. Small portions of meh food. There's something to be said for home lunches.
No fudge though. Darn you, Jo, now I want chocolate.
donald and i startd talking.
Whoa, Donald crashing the party.
We talkd aabout all sorts of stuff. It was very cull. Then some blak lady cam up… she was RELLY fat!11111111
Again, rude.
Ashe, what part of this fic hasn't been?
...fair enough.
IT WAS… … …. …. … … … … … … … … … … …. …. …. … … … … …. …. … … …. …. … ….. …. … …. .. . . .. . … … … …. … … …. … .. … … … … … … … … …. … …. … … … … … … . ….. …. …. … . .. . ….. …. … ….. …. …
Morse code! HHSSHHHHHHHHHHSSSHHHHSSHHSSH5SHSIEEIEHHHSHHSHIHHHHHHHHSHSHHHHHHE5SSHEIE5SH5SH
Wow. Profound.
Parseltongue!
With a random added 5, and a couple of Es and Is added for good measure.
OPRA WHIMPFREE
Oh no... Also, "Whimpfree?" How?
*Nacht has left in utter annoyance and done-ness with this fic*
Nooooooo! Don't leave me here with this!
*faraway yell* Good luck!
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*returns* Okay, I'm back, and- *looks at computer* Oh, come on with the advertising already!
Shhhhh... You didn't see anything...
I'm leaving.
Not again!