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06|MISSIONS & CHAOS

Is that the Prime Minister's butt? What the flip? A bomb? Are we going to die? Aaah!

My eyes fixate on the screen and I try my best to not gasp at every word, or my roommate will stare at me weirdly and I don't want to see her cakey face .
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Chapter 6:
I SLUMPED down on the sofa beside Hangouts, if you want to know her name and want to stalk her; on second thought, don't stalk her because if you stalk her, you will find out where I live and I don't want that to happen, thank you very much, Karen. From my butt, I got the remote out- like under it, not inside it. Click! I turned the television on. OMG! Is that the Prime Minister's butt? What the flip? A bomb? Are we going to die? Aaah!

My eyes fixate on the screen and I try my best to not gasp at every word, or my roommate will stare at me weirdly and I don't want to see her cakey face . An austere and strict-looking man stood there, delivering the news, "Hello all, welcome to Napps (News for apps), today we will be showing a live footage of our beloved prime minister who is currently in the hospital due to his butt getting exploded. Let's also take a look at how this came to occur and how worse situations are to be prevented like this. "

On the screen before me, Internet Explorer (a huge man in his mid 40s) was sleeping, sucking his thumb: resembling an overgrown baby sucking a pacifier. Behind his butt, wait- behind his butt lay a ball no not a ball a bomb... A REAL LIFE BOMB UNDER HIS BUM! I screamed, Hangouts screamed, Internet Explorer also screamed, we all screamed. Aah! (that was us screaming). My ear hurts, Hangouts's voice is so screechy.*Shudder*

I set off for work as usual, and the rest of the day is basically YouTube and I have been flirting non-stop so far. Suddenly, it is announced that I am called to the main office. My legs are jelly, am I in trouble?! However, now I see my strict, prim looking boss approach me very grievously and I realise I am not alone: Hangouts, Spotify, Youtube, Netflix, Instagram and some other two apps are also here. What in the name of holy curtains is happening here?!

I head into the office of the company's CEO with the others and we all take seats on the superfluous and huge sofa. The old, grey- haired man behind the big oak desk stares at us remorsefully. He opens his mouth to speak but then breaks into a sputtering cough, I look at his table and so does my boss: covered in cigars. My boss leans over and whispers to me, "When he dies, watch me take over..." I giggle and turn away.

Finally the old man opens his mouth again, and says,"You, and only you can save the nation, save the world. As you know the bomb has afflicted a virus upon all apps, except you five and I, but I am too old for this now. I don't know why and I don't care why. Pair up together and start on your given tasks to stop the virus. I will assign you and your partner a specific part of the country and give you hotel rooms and keys. Stay safe. I'll give you five minutes to choose a partner. Be wise: you're going to spend a long time with this person. "

I blush and look around, who am I going to pair up with? I don't like any of these people, they're imbeciles! I look up slightly and feel Mr. Tube's eyes staring into me. I can't ask him! Why would he even want to- My train of useless thoughts is interrupted by him, "Google?" He says. I look at him and grimace, hoping he will ask what I think he will ask. "Let's pair up." He doesn't even ask! He just commands me, but either way, I'm fine. "Su-" Before I can finish what I have to say, Instagram comes and wraps her fat arms around Mr. Tube's waist putting her crusty fingers on his abs.

I glare at her, folding my arms, hoping she will drop dead right now, any minute. Ugh, why is she still here? She looks at me innocently, batting her fake lashes so much that they get stuck on her eyelids due to the huge amount of glue she stuck on her lashes. She cries out in pain,"OMG! My eyes, my poor eyes." Using her fake nails she accidentally rips out her lashes, and guess what? She doesn't have eyelashes. YouTube and I start snickering. But it ends in one second...