Christian: It was a dark day in the land of MePantaloons.
Janie: Suddenly, Frank from Wall Street appeared on the doorstep.
Christian: "Ey yo wassup home slice."
Janie: Frank from Wall Street burst through the door and grabbed the broomstick outta my hand.
Christian: "Frank from Wall Street, what are you gonna do with that broomstick?"
Janie: I gasped in HORROR as Frank from Wall Street started riding the broomstick away into the sunset.
Christian: I cried in a ball on the floor.
Janie: "NOW'S NOT THE TIME TO CRY, CHEIAASTIAN." I shout, enraged.
Christian: "I'm very sorry my liege."
Janie: "You're not forgiven, Frank from Wall Street has my history in his hands!"
Christian: "I shall retrieve it for you."
Janie: "For my next magic trick,"
Christian: I sat speechless.
Janie: I wandered around the floor, pondering the situation. It was going to be a rough mission.
Christian: "We need to devise a plan to get back your history."
Janie: "I suggest we strap on our 3DM gear and blast off to the planet Mars."
Christian: "That sounds like a great plan my liege."
Janie: Whammo.
Christian:
WHACK!
Janie: "Let's go, my comrades!" I screech, flying away on the fucking physics breaking gear.
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We're Tighter Than Bark On A Mega Tree
SpiritualBecause We're tighter than bark on a tree; A dramatic novel, based on true events. A swooning maiden, and a decaying corpse.
