Life at ISSA: the Legends continue!
ISSA IS DEAD.
BUT LIFE ISN'T.
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS, AFTER THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT, WHEN THE MAGIC STICK IS UNEARTHED ONCE AGAIN, AND ITS MAGICAL POWERS RESTORE SOME DEGREE OF INHUMANITY TO THE WORLD. PEOPLE ARE REUNITED, IN AN IMAGINARY REALITY, AND THE CRAAZYSTORIES CONTINUE.
ISSA IS NOT DEAD. ISSA CONTINUES... WITHIN US.
read on...
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*is having a large and loud screaming tantrum outside Clara* WHY WON'T IT WORK??????
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What are you trying to do?
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I'm trying to make the magic stick bring ISSA back! AND IT WON'T WORK!!!
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*pats Harry on the head* Not even the Magic Stick has that power, Harry. I'm sorry.
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BUT I WANT IT TO!!!!!!!!!!! *starts sobbing*
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Listen. The magic stick only has limited power, and.. no one can bring ISSA back. But we can remember it, can't we? Here *gives a bar of chocolate* Did I say all that? *thinks* Who had it, anyway?
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I did. I lost it, and I forgot about it. But the other day, it called to me..
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*eating chocolate and calming down* And here we are. Waiting for the others.
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A Gathering.
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*darkly* We will see who survives..
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What??
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*coughs* I said, we will see who arrives. Ahem. *ninja look* Here comes.. an elf!
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Hey, Emo Camel!
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Who's an emo camel??
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Harry is an Emo Camel!
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*coughs as Peter Pan and Scooby stare at her strangely* Um, long story.. I'm only a pretend Emo Camel.. I.. uh.. Yeah.
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You were right, sis. She is a Craazy Pixie.
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Why am I here?
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PWINTG!!!
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Huh? Was that a swear word?
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Person Who Is Not The Greek! You are not dead!!
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Of course I'm not. Mougins isn't THAT bad.
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So that's most of us, at least. The original Life At ISSA group. The magic stick has THAT power.
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You going to bring back people whom we havent heard from for months, O editor?
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Yes, I am. After all, someone needs to play the person who is always freaked out by stuff.
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Oh, I can do that!!!!
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Or maybe we can leave him out..
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Who?
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*darkly* Catscan.
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Oh...
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*resolute* Yes, we will leave him out. If HE isn't going to talk to US, then WE won't write him in.
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Why the we/us?
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She is a complex character, remember? Personality complex.
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Oh yeah. That's right. *Harry turns her back to the others, caressing the magic stick* Uh.. Harry?
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Power..
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Harry??
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Close to absolute power in my hands.. enough to fulfil one's deepest desires.. but not enough for ISSA. *turns suddenly* We are all pixies, right?
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Huh??
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Yeah! Im the crêpe pixie, and you're the eclair pixie, and Scooby is the..
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SCOOBY!
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pixie.. yeah.. why?
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Right then. And Peter Pan, Person-Who-Is-Not-The-Greek; you are vampires.
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WHAT??
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No I'm not! I'm an alien sheep!
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I want to be a vampire! Pick me! Pick me!
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But I'm not a vampire!
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The stick glows for a second, unnoticed
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*moves for a second and does soemthing to PWINTG* Now you are.
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*in shock* HE.. BIT ME!!!
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I did not! I just touched him in the neck with my hand! Jeez!
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Voldemorte, get out a mirror.
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How did you know I-
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Do it.
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But I did NOT bite him!
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*hands him the mirror* Look.
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This mirror doesn't work, where is my reflexion?
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Look at Person-Who-Is-Not-The-Greek's neck.
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He does have bite marks!
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See? I told you!
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Oh my god! I'm so sorry, I.. *pauses* Who did this?
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*hides Magic Stick behind her back*
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Harry..........
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*takes out the Magic stick and points it at the group* TELEPORT!!!
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A blinding flash of light. And then..
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My head... urgh... where are we?
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Why are we all lying on the floor, as if concussed?
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Apart from Harry..
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*talking to magic stick* I said TELEPORT, not KILL..
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Hey! We're at CC!
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CC?
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Oh, Carnival Cannibal, Harry's imaginary home, where everything is made of food ... aaah...
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I thought we could, maybe, have a party, or something.
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Not like Peter Pan's party *glare*
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Look, I didn't know that people-
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Well? you were more drunk than I was!
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NOT TRUE!
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You were singing!
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And you-
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Shut up, shut up, shut up. Guys, Beer is in that fridge over there. We'll join you in a minute. Girls, this way.
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What-????
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Harry walks over to a pair of large doors, and opens them. The sight within is worthy of birds singing, and gentle music from the best romantic films. The girls walk in, looking at an enormous dark chocolate fountain, twice the height of a tall man. On the left, there is a smaller fountain, of white chocolate. As one, their eyes turn to the right, where a milk chocolate fountain awaits their gaze. Then, further to the left, past the white chocolate fountain, which, like the milk chocolate, is only the height of a human.. there is yet another fountain, smaller still, half the height of Voldemorte. It is dark chocolate, from which sumptuous smells with orange hints waft toward them. And then, on the far right, another fountain, the same height and colour; only this time, it is mint chocolate.
A table next to the door holds around 50 small glasses. As one, the girls reach out, take a glass, and go to the fountain of their choice. The newest addition to CC was seen, for the first time.
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And Meanwhile..
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*watching the girls from the safety of the beer cooler, reaching for a drink* What IS it with girls and chocolate? Honestly. Tsk.
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Come on! You can't hate chocolate. It is very good. *opens beer can*
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You are a girl, Peter Pan? *laughs*
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I am an alien sheep. *drinks beer* WHAT THE---??? *smells the beer*
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What's wrong with you? *smells his beer, and drinks*
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*watches an expression of suprised horror creep over P-W-I-N-T-G's face* See? It.. SMELLS like beer, but TASTES like-
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Pear Juice!! PEAR JUICE!!! *stares at the can* DAMNED FRUIT! Let's get Harry!
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Why?
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I bet you it's her fault...
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OK, let's go. She's trying to stop us getting drunk, and we're not falling for it. HARRIET MIRAL!!
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*turns, having obtained a large black cloak, her witch hat and a larrge glass of.. chocolate?* Ye-es, lads? *giggles as a sugar rush gets her*
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Harry! We want equal rights!
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Yeah! We do! *whispers to PWINTG* we do?
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We demand the right to get drunk, if you get.. chocolate hyper.
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*focuses on them* I.. could have you thrown.. in the swamp, you know. It wouldn't be hard.
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Yeah? Try.
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Right. *squints at them* Magic Stick..
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By the way, when are you getting your glasses, Harry?
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*freezes, and whispers quietly* That's next craazystory.
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*whispers* Oh. Sorry.
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WHEE!! *pounces on the lads*
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AAARGH *runs*
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Why do we bother with the magic stick? We've got her.
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Why? Watch. *picks up magic stick, takes aim*
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*turns into a large and mildy terrified frog*
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Oh, that's not fair! *grabs magic stick*
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*turns into a miniature giraffe*
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MAGIC STICK FIGHT!!
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Oh no you- *tries to grab stick*
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Um.. WE have a miniature vampire giraffe, you know..
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Adrian? You didn't read this before it was finished, did you?
Sorry about the slightly random start, the end will be better..
--tbc--
BUT LIFE ISN'T.
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS, AFTER THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT, WHEN THE MAGIC STICK IS UNEARTHED ONCE AGAIN, AND ITS MAGICAL POWERS RESTORE SOME DEGREE OF INHUMANITY TO THE WORLD. PEOPLE ARE REUNITED, IN AN IMAGINARY REALITY, AND THE CRAAZYSTORIES CONTINUE.
ISSA IS NOT DEAD. ISSA CONTINUES... WITHIN US.
read on...
------
*is having a large and loud screaming tantrum outside Clara* WHY WON'T IT WORK??????--
What are you trying to do?--
I'm trying to make the magic stick bring ISSA back! AND IT WON'T WORK!!!--
*pats Harry on the head* Not even the Magic Stick has that power, Harry. I'm sorry.--
BUT I WANT IT TO!!!!!!!!!!! *starts sobbing*--
Listen. The magic stick only has limited power, and.. no one can bring ISSA back. But we can remember it, can't we? Here *gives a bar of chocolate* Did I say all that? *thinks* Who had it, anyway?--
I did. I lost it, and I forgot about it. But the other day, it called to me..--
*eating chocolate and calming down* And here we are. Waiting for the others.--
A Gathering.--
*darkly* We will see who survives..--
What??--
*coughs* I said, we will see who arrives. Ahem. *ninja look* Here comes.. an elf!--
Hey, Emo Camel!--
Who's an emo camel??--
Harry is an Emo Camel!--
*coughs as Peter Pan and Scooby stare at her strangely* Um, long story.. I'm only a pretend Emo Camel.. I.. uh.. Yeah.--
You were right, sis. She is a Craazy Pixie.--
Why am I here?--
PWINTG!!!--
Huh? Was that a swear word?--
Person Who Is Not The Greek! You are not dead!!--
Of course I'm not. Mougins isn't THAT bad.--
So that's most of us, at least. The original Life At ISSA group. The magic stick has THAT power.--
You going to bring back people whom we havent heard from for months, O editor? --
Yes, I am. After all, someone needs to play the person who is always freaked out by stuff.--
Oh, I can do that!!!!--
Or maybe we can leave him out..--
Who?--
*darkly* Catscan.--
Oh...--
*resolute* Yes, we will leave him out. If HE isn't going to talk to US, then WE won't write him in.--
Why the we/us?--
She is a complex character, remember? Personality complex.--
Oh yeah. That's right. *Harry turns her back to the others, caressing the magic stick* Uh.. Harry?--
Power..--
Harry??--
Close to absolute power in my hands.. enough to fulfil one's deepest desires.. but not enough for ISSA. *turns suddenly* We are all pixies, right?--
Huh??--
Yeah! Im the crêpe pixie, and you're the eclair pixie, and Scooby is the..--
SCOOBY!--
pixie.. yeah.. why?--
Right then. And Peter Pan, Person-Who-Is-Not-The-Greek; you are vampires.--
WHAT??--
No I'm not! I'm an alien sheep!--
I want to be a vampire! Pick me! Pick me!--
But I'm not a vampire!--
The stick glows for a second, unnoticed
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*moves for a second and does soemthing to PWINTG* Now you are.--
*in shock* HE.. BIT ME!!!--
I did not! I just touched him in the neck with my hand! Jeez! --
Voldemorte, get out a mirror.--
How did you know I---
Do it.--
But I did NOT bite him!--
*hands him the mirror* Look.--
This mirror doesn't work, where is my reflexion?--
Look at Person-Who-Is-Not-The-Greek's neck.--
He does have bite marks!--
See? I told you!--
Oh my god! I'm so sorry, I.. *pauses* Who did this?--
*hides Magic Stick behind her back*--
Harry..........--
*takes out the Magic stick and points it at the group* TELEPORT!!!--
A blinding flash of light. And then..
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My head... urgh... where are we?--
Why are we all lying on the floor, as if concussed?--
Apart from Harry..--
*talking to magic stick* I said TELEPORT, not KILL..--
Hey! We're at CC!--
CC?--
Oh, Carnival Cannibal, Harry's imaginary home, where everything is made of food ... aaah...--
I thought we could, maybe, have a party, or something.--
Not like Peter Pan's party *glare*--
Look, I didn't know that people---
Well? you were more drunk than I was!--
NOT TRUE!--
You were singing!--
And you---
Shut up, shut up, shut up. Guys, Beer is in that fridge over there. We'll join you in a minute. Girls, this way.--
What-????--
Harry walks over to a pair of large doors, and opens them. The sight within is worthy of birds singing, and gentle music from the best romantic films. The girls walk in, looking at an enormous dark chocolate fountain, twice the height of a tall man. On the left, there is a smaller fountain, of white chocolate. As one, their eyes turn to the right, where a milk chocolate fountain awaits their gaze. Then, further to the left, past the white chocolate fountain, which, like the milk chocolate, is only the height of a human.. there is yet another fountain, smaller still, half the height of Voldemorte. It is dark chocolate, from which sumptuous smells with orange hints waft toward them. And then, on the far right, another fountain, the same height and colour; only this time, it is mint chocolate.
A table next to the door holds around 50 small glasses. As one, the girls reach out, take a glass, and go to the fountain of their choice. The newest addition to CC was seen, for the first time.
--
And Meanwhile..
--
*watching the girls from the safety of the beer cooler, reaching for a drink* What IS it with girls and chocolate? Honestly. Tsk.--
Come on! You can't hate chocolate. It is very good. *opens beer can*--
You are a girl, Peter Pan? *laughs*--
I am an alien sheep. *drinks beer* WHAT THE---??? *smells the beer*--
What's wrong with you? *smells his beer, and drinks*--
*watches an expression of suprised horror creep over P-W-I-N-T-G's face* See? It.. SMELLS like beer, but TASTES like---
Pear Juice!! PEAR JUICE!!! *stares at the can* DAMNED FRUIT! Let's get Harry!--
Why?--
I bet you it's her fault...--
OK, let's go. She's trying to stop us getting drunk, and we're not falling for it. HARRIET MIRAL!!--
*turns, having obtained a large black cloak, her witch hat and a larrge glass of.. chocolate?* Ye-es, lads? *giggles as a sugar rush gets her*--
Harry! We want equal rights!--
Yeah! We do! *whispers to PWINTG* we do?--
We demand the right to get drunk, if you get.. chocolate hyper.--
*focuses on them* I.. could have you thrown.. in the swamp, you know. It wouldn't be hard.--
Yeah? Try.--
Right. *squints at them* Magic Stick..--
By the way, when are you getting your glasses, Harry?--
*freezes, and whispers quietly* That's next craazystory.--
*whispers* Oh. Sorry.--
WHEE!! *pounces on the lads*--
AAARGH *runs*--
Why do we bother with the magic stick? We've got her.--
Why? Watch. *picks up magic stick, takes aim*--
*turns into a large and mildy terrified frog*--
Oh, that's not fair! *grabs magic stick* --
*turns into a miniature giraffe*--
MAGIC STICK FIGHT!!--
Oh no you- *tries to grab stick*--
Um.. WE have a miniature vampire giraffe, you know..--
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Adrian? You didn't read this before it was finished, did you?
Sorry about the slightly random start, the end will be better..
--tbc--
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