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The Power of Quotation Marks

One day, there was a kid named Justin. Justin Hung. He was an idiot but he was smart. Just no common sense. A complete failure, just like your dad's condom. *AHEM* So, this... Justin could not sort out his priorities straight. Until a godlike kid named Chris told him to straighten things out. Chris was an idiot too, but he was less of an idiot than Justin. Justin slept late texting "friends" and didn't finish his homework. Until Chris gave him superpowers. These so called "superpowers" gave Justin the ability to time travel. But Justin had a good heart, and didn't cheat on any tests. I think. But he may have. Probably not. Anyways, Justin could step out of our dimension into one that wasn't part of our universe but was connected to anywhere in space and time. He could sit inside that whirlwind, without spending time in our universe, where we had to go the long way round. We shall call this the "FARTS", short for: Flying Anywhere in Ruptures of Time and Space. So.. Yeah, I guess you can say he was a cheater. After school, he would FARTS (it's a verb too, like Google!) back into the FARTS and start his homework. After he was done, he would FARTS back home and start talking to all his "friends." His "friends" wondered how he would finish his homework so fast. Over time, his life started rapidly improving, but he never really thanked Chris. Chris didn't like that. So, Chris made an evil Chris (nothing really extra to make) and started messing with Justin. Justin had no idea what was going on, as he was an idiot. He was such an idiot, that he turned half the continent of America into idiots when he FARTED back too far. Around Obama's presidential election, I believe. Justin was scared. He ran. He FARTED all over the world in various different time periods, running from me-- I mean, um, Chris. Yeah. I-- He, Chris, whatever, chased him all over space-time and finally caught him building the Pyramids of Giza. He really didn't do anything. He just stuck a pebble on or something. Chris brought him to the police on two charges: Not saying thank you for the wonderful gift of FARTING, and trespassing on the Pharoah's tomb. Every idiot should know that. Duh. Right when he was to be executed by the electric chair (don't ask, I had absolutely nothing to do with that) he FARTED away to God-knows-where.
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EDITORS NOTES
Like my first real chapter? It was like three pages long, but I think it's pretty good. Comment if you like it so far.