~'Ornings!~
(Read the Miasma and Moon story under this post. I posted it yesterday, but it was around ten. ^^;;)
Me: Ok, I just flushed some nuclear waste down the toilet. But it's a good thing people don't drink from the toilet.
Last night, I had horrible...
(Miasma and Moon comes into the room.)
Miasma: Sounds like a ghost story.
Moon: Ooh! Ooh! I want to roast marshmallows. (Starts campfire in the house, on the carpet.)
Me: U_U;;
Ok, I'm going on anyways. Last night, I had an invitation to a chat room. When I went into the chat room, I found darkwolfgirl, BlueKitsune, and LiToAZnDreAmer. While there, we started talking about...NEOPETS!!!
(Moon screams.)
(Miasma raises one eyebrow.)
After that, we started talking about MyOtaku!!!
(Moon faints.)
(Miasma walks out of the room.)
Then, the worst. I got killed by my older brother.
Miasma: (In the other room.) Don't believe it.
He annoyed me until he could get the computer. He poked me, pinched me, choked me, strangled me, and bit me. You see, in his little "fantasy" world, he can't live without Gunbound. He thinks Gunbound is a source of life. In other words, without Gunbound, he thinks he would die. Sometimes, I think a lot of people are addicted to the Internet. Once, someone spoke to me like that. He said http colon slash slash i slash am slash not slash addicted slash to slash the slash internet dot com In other words, "http://i/am/not/addicted/to/the/internet.com" I think I'm going to go eat something.
(Me goes into the kitchen.)
(Note: I'm always going to use Me, even if it's the wrong pronoun to use. Just wanted you to know that.)
(In there, Moon is cooking soup.)
Me: So, ya cookin'?
Moon: Yeah, want to try some?
Me: (Yawns.) Uhh...Sure.
(Moon sets a bowl in front of me.)
(While eating...)
Moon: I didn't know where to get this ingredient, "WOH-TA," so I SUBSTITUTED it for TOILET WATER!!! (Giggles.)
Me: (Spits food out.) Ahh!
Moon: What's wrong with it?
Me: It's nucl...(Mouth starts melting.)
Moon: It's NAKED?!
(After a long, long time, I turn into sludge.)
Moon: Hmm...I'd better clean this up. (Puts sludge into soup bowl.)
(Later...)
Miasma: Oh, soup! Hmm...It's sludgy-looking. Oh wells. (Gulps down all of Me!) That was good. I wonder where I can have some more...
Me: And now you know where I am, in Miasma's stomach. Where I'll end up, I'll never know.
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