You have a mission.
Yes, you.
The human right there,
staring at this screen.
(Unless you're an orange blue whale wearing a top hat, then I apologize for assuming that you're human.)
You're mission is...
...
...
...
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....
Zzzzzzzz....Z-huh, what? You wanted something?
Oh right, yes! Your mission is to think of a mission for me.
Really.
That's your mission.
Why are you giving the screen a dirty look?
What were you expecting?
A mission where you get a small prize?
Or maybe a mission to save the universe from evil little moles?
Like, really?
I don't get paid, you know.
I can't please everyone.
Bwaha! Just kidding, I do get paid!
I own my very own private yacht (made out of gold),
and I own a private beach, a five-star hotel made out of spoiled dumplings, and my very own mansion.
THE END?
I'll give you a hint....
It's NOT.
YOU ARE READING
I Dare You to Read this Story
Cerita PendekNo words can describe this work of art. Except for the words.... RANDOM FLOATING EVIL LITTLE MOLES IN SPACE!!!