This is the trash you get for the rest of this book

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by TommyToast

by TommyToast

Trash.

[wow, so creative]

Oh, great! Meet Tommy Toast, the voice in my head that told me what to do for my wattpad username while holding a gun to my head! Didn't I lock you in a cage. In a magma chamber. In a volcano. In Hell.

[those never work, you know that tr-]

Don't say my name. I'm not keen on being tracked down and murdered.

[wouldn't be to bad]

You'd die to, Tom.

[right, right. those never work, you know tha- wait, what do I call you?]

We'll go with my old nickname, Will.

[okay, Will. what did you eat for dinner last night?]

It's still the same night.

[look again]

Great! If I go to sleep now I won't be able to get up. At this rate, I'll go through the entire soundtrack of Dear Evan Hanson. I mean, it's not like I can go read anything else on here, it's all trash, and if it's not I've finished it.

[good for you. hey, why do you use so many dash-a-majigers?]

I do not!

[last time I spoke you used two. I only spoke two sentences]

Whatever. We should end this trashy chapter soon, It's already twice as long is it needs to be.

[okay. goodbye readers! ill have this peasant working overtime to get you content, so be ready!]

Tommy, we don't have readers. The most we've gotten on one book is 8, and that's only because I talked about feminism in that.

[we don't have readers yet]

I'm ending this now.

[wait don't I still ha-]

[you used another dashy-thing]

Ugh!