The Beginning

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Oliver giggled as he watched everyone chatting rowdily in the meeting hall. He tightened his bow and his white tooth grin grew wider creepily. He stepped up onto the table and cleared his throat loudly. Everyone quieted down and he spoke up, "All right, everyone shoosh and listen to me please~ I brought you all here to recite the annual obituaries. Every year we start with A and end with Z. Now, since we don't have a Z or an X we'll use S and C, okie dokey~?" He giggled and looked towards Alfred. "Alfie, dearie, is the band ready~?"

Alfred rolled his eyes and said, "Yeah, whatever..."

"Hehee~ Good!" Oliver giggled and grabbed a voodoo of America and went towards the fish tank. "Hit it Lutzy~"

"One, Two..." Lutz growled and the band started to play. Oliver dropped the voodoo into the fish tank.

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