Eight
the clearage
It took three whole days to eat all the meat. At the end of it, it still smelled like meat in the box.
"That's it!" Quilava proclaimed, snapping his fingers.
"How did you do that?!" Zoroark asked.
"It's just how I work," he shrugged, "anyway, only one thing can clean this place!"
He stepped onto Charizard's head and stood above everybody.
"There is only one thing that can rid us of this terrible stench! There is only one thing that can clean us mind, soul, and stomach of meatballs! There is only one thing that the author has ever seen that actually gets her mind off of writing fan fictions!"
The author smiled at the screen ominously.
Quilava ran to the closet, put on a banana costume, ran back out, and yelled at the top of his lungs the words of ultimate cleanliness:
"I AM A BANANA!"
It sent the box into a whirling, rainbow-covered cleaning spree. The place warped and spun and flashed, making everybody…
stare at the walls, confused.
The words 'I AM A BANANA' kept repeating over and over.
Two minutes of ultimate cleanliness later…
The place sparkled and smelled like lavender.
"Why lavender?" Scolipede asked the author.
"Because lavender is nice and clean!" the author typed.
And they didn't see another meatball for fifteen chapters.
I am a banana is a song. It actually did take my mind off of writing-
everyone: GASP!
-for the two minutes that it lasted.
Everyone: whew!
There won't be another war for fifteen chapters. Also, I LIKE LAVENDER!