Casually Eating A Banana

In a Heaping Pile of Nincompoopsez

This is a really good sundae.

You know, I wish that times like these would never end. The times when you're actually enjoying life, and not wanting all the fun to go away. When you have so much fun to the point you forget you even have limbs, don't you just enjoy times like that?

But when the fun actually does go away, you're left sad, depressed, lonely, then you soon find yourself contemplating about life and what it has come to.

It's just sad.

To have those times taken away from you in the snap of a finger, in the blink of an eye, in a millisecond, and you just never know what'll come next.

I exit the back door of the shop to find the one and only, him.

And yes, he does have a name, but it doesn't fit him, nor will it ever. And trust me, I know not to judge a book by its cover, but he ain't no book, nor does he have any cover, it's all just there in a heaping pile of nincompoopsez.

After a while of staring at me like the creep he is, he finally mutters something along he lines of, "I'll be back soon, very soon, luv." And just walked away without any context as to where he's going, or when he's coming back.

So to get answers, I grip him by the shoulders - really harshly, might I add - and drop him onto the ground asking, "How soon? Two minutes?"

He rolled his eyes as if asking, 'really?', but then looked at me and saw that my expression was anything but sarcastic.

"Yes, because it takes me two minutes to figure out what I'm going to do when I'm back." He states, sarcasm dripping off of his every word.

He started to walk away, but not before I heard him mutter under his breath, "Man, you ruined my dramatic entrance back into your life, now what am I going to do, say that again and hope you don't ruin it this time? In case you haven't noticed, this isn't a movie, and we can't have retakes, stupid person."

Yeah well what was I supposed to do, wait for you to come back? In case you haven't noticed, I ain't patient , so I had to know when you'll come back, and I also needed to know how much time I get to be prepared, but if it's in two minutes, then I need to find Jordyn like right now.

(A/N you'll find out who these people are someday, so don't worry if you feel left out, because I do too)

The sun starts to rise, or is it that the earth is starting to let the sun show? Well, anyways, the sun is rising, and that means, it's morning.
Well, no duh.

I don't know how, or even when, but now my shoes are gone, along with my socks, and my feet have loads of goat heads in them, and they hurt. |: <

"Owie!"

"Now what's the girl complaining for?" The same person from the alley asked, highly annoyed with an amused person right behind him.

"You would too if there are goat heads in your feet." I pouted, showing him my feet.

So I sit down, and start plucking them out one by one, and I don't like it.

Yes, I know knives hurt more, but my feet are sensitive, don't blame me. My feet are so sensitive that when someone tries to tickle them, they become itchy, and I'm not lying.

Now my feet are itchy just thinking about it. Thanks, you stupid, sensitive feet.

"Hello, you in there?" The amused human asked, waving his hand in my face.

Ew, it smells like he just went to the potty without washing his hands. Didn't his mom teach him his manners what so ever?

"Ugh, get yo nasty fingers out my face. Otherwise I'll snap them right off and shove them so far down your throat that you'll be pooping them for a month."

"Yeah, like you'd do that." He said, disbelief evident in his eyes.

Then, I did something really cool.

I looked him straight in the eye with a blank, but truthful looking face, and said, "Watch me."

But that's not the coolest part, no. I lunged towards him, and successfully dislocated one of his fingers, then tore it off.

"I wonder how many more I can get?"

So I did just that, until this guy jumped away from me, belting out profanities and things along the lines of, "You're a monster!"

I then looked down into my hands to see four fingers, new record!

I then started to chuck his fingers back at him, but kept one finger as a souvenir, the middle one.

So I gave him the birb with his own finger, and walked away, blood in my hands.

I told you I did something really cool, when did you ever doubt me?