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 Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 7:10 am
Write a few sentences, following up after the last threat.
I shall start...
While working on his new torture device (works with pencils, a cucumber and a slice of bread) Ryan was being rudely interupted by Leen, who bursted into his room, crying out that the pencils were very unsanitary....
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 11:46 am
Ryan insisted that the pencils he was using were clean and new and that they came straight out of the box. Leen, however, stated- with a freaked out look on his face -that the pencils would become unsanitary after being used. So, Ryan, slightly agitated and eager to use his new torture device, rushed Leen out the door and closed it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 2:40 am
to soon again being interrupted by Mike, who threw Ryan's shoes across the room. "WHAT ARE YOU SHOES DOING IN MY BED, YOU WEENIE?" He cried out.
Ryan got hit in the head with a shoe....
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 5:08 am
Ryan, ignoring the pain of a shoe being thrown to his head, glomped Mike.
"Waaaaaaaah, gerrof!" Mike yelled.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 9:45 am
Ryan: What is that Mike? Gerrof? Is that a new way to die?
Mike; IT WILL BE IF YOU DONT PEEL YOUR STUPID FRAME OF MY HEAD NOW!
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 12:59 pm
And then, all of a sudden, Matt ran into the room with a squirrel biting his butt.
( xd BTW, I PWN, cuz I'm the last poster on all the non-stickied threads. xp )
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 4:17 pm
Ray was right on his tail (xD), trying to get the squirrel off. It didn't take him too long, but Matt was still freaked out.
(I pwnz0rz)
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 4:48 pm
Once the squirrel was removed, Matt began to cry. Ray attempted to calm the boy down, but to no avail. Finally, Ryan came in and stabbed the squirrel.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 12:33 am
the poor squirrel lay on his back, mumbling his last squeeky-words, which Ray could understand very well, making him sob his eyes like like a little baby.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 9:34 am
Mike looked at Ray "What's wrong?"
"That was just so, so sad..." Ray sobbed
"What?"
"What the squirrel said..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 10:16 am
Mike: the squeaky thing didnt say anything
Ryan: You are so heartless Mike
Mike: >-<
Ray: *sob sob*
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 12:01 pm
ray: it did say something, I swear!
matt: ...
ryan: I believe you ray
mike: stare
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 11:44 pm
Mike grabbed Ray's hand. "Lets go bury it."
Ryan: I WANNA JOIN! And he launched himself, once again, on top of Mike's head.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 5:58 am
Mike ignored Ryan best as he could... 'come on lets go...'
'what about Matt?' Ray asked
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 3:13 pm
Mike: Let's do something...just...what just the two of us can do...
Ray: ....
Mike: You know *nudge*
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