Dan and Phil were casually walking down the street when out of nowhere. And let me tell you, no where, this is unbelievable! I can't believe this actually happened! It's like impossible! Dan fell over. Phil was in pure shock! What should he do? At least 16 people were filming it by now. He looked down at Dan. He had a graze on his FABULOUS knees. (Never thought I'd say that tbh). Phil was scared. How dare the ground be there to do that? Does it not know who it just hurt? It hurt DJ Howell! No one hurts DJ Howell! I must get him to the hospital! I picked him up with my little finger and straight up ran to the hospital! Dan passed out do to the pain. We got him into the hospital and the doctor immediately knew it was THE DJ Howell. He got him a bed and did a magic kiss on his knee. The graze disappeared! Amazing! Dan's fabulous knees were once again fabulous! The end.
Note: I've been eating sweets which are literally filled with just sugar for 10 minutes. My body is shaking and I'm kinda worried lol. All well. I've not been able to sleep as well as I have been for the last few nights so that's why I'm updating this story more. Anyway, later! I have a bad aftertaste in my mouth because all British sweets have that. Is it just me who thinks that? I have to down water whenever I eat British sweets. They're nice when I eat them it's just the long aftertaste. Anyway, this notes probably longer than the actual story so bye!
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