Once upon a time,
There was a story.
People read the story.
They liked it.
It left them on a cliffhanger.
They burnt it.
The house caught on fire.
They tried to stop it.
It spread.
Everywhere.
The trees where on fire.
The animals were burning.
After the fire,
The people decided to live longer.
So they lived a extra 2 hours.
Then they died.
Because a bird pooped so hard and it stank that they couldn't resist anymore.
Oh, right, the bird
He was just born 1 hour and 30 minutes ago.
He is immune to fire.
His species poop every 30 minutes.
It's what we call, "poopers."
When they went into heaven,
Which is just where you sit as a ghost and stare at the sun for eternity,
They learned.
To not get angry at Cliffhangers.
Because we have a mind for something, and we don't use it to burn
We use it to learn and to imagine and all the other stuff you do with your brain.
Mostly imagine.
P.S: Hell is where the REAL fun is.
Cough cough
Wink wink
THE END
~Foxie
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