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the nerd, in politics and idotic ranting about life
I don't think this will be an intimate confession journal. Not that I don't have secrets, mind you, but as they are SECRETS, they will stay secret. :) I would like to have a debate forum, or if no one cares that much, a monolouge on sundry topics.
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The roplepay of (several) lifetimes #2 |
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"You're, you're, " Swibble stammered, barely able to make out the words. Farthe demanded, "What is it?!?" By now, sshe had expanded several inches. "You're blowing up!!!" Swibble finally exclaimed. "I need to save you!! How in the heck do you do a Heimlick manuver on a worm?!?" Farthe replied, "Do you think I look fat right now?" "OF COURSE YOU LOOK FAT, YOU BUFFOON!" screamed Swibble hysterically, "YOU'RE SWELLING LIKE A FREAKING BALLOON!" Farthe sniffed, then began to cry. "You don't have to be so mean about it! It's impolite to tell a lady she's fat." "Well, you ARE, and now we need to deflate you. RIGHT NOW!" With an evil grin, Swibble grabbed a splinter and poked her in the gut. *poke* and a omnious rumbling sound enaminated (spelling) from her stomach. "Ha ha, take that Swibble!! You've killed me!!! Feel guilty!!" and witha dramatic squeal Farthe slumped over and...
burped.
"Dang it. What happened to my dramatic exit?" Farthe demanded. "This makes me look really stupid." "You didn't need help to look stupid," mumbled Swibble under his breath, "You're obviously a natural." "WHAT?" screeched Farthe, the epitome of righteous fury. "Nothing!" squealed the tapeworm, realizing too late that he should have kept his big mouth shut. "Nothing this!" wailed the female dramatically, pushing him off their platform. Swibble fell a couple inches on to another pile of muck. He then began to tunnel through the gunk. "What are you doing?" Farthe queried. "Are you going to leave me here all alone?" "Yes." came the echoed reply. "You are not fat anymore, you can look after yourself." Farthe bagan to tunnel in search of her companion.
After seventeen and a half minutes of serious tunneling, Farthe was exhausted. She saw no sign of Swibble, was lost, and really wanted a puppy. "Swiiiiiiible! Where aaaaaaaare you?" she cried, her voice echoing in an awesome way. Swibble, who had only moved an inch or two away from where he fell and then promptly decided it was naptime, did not respond. However, another voice called back to her. "Over heeeeere," it called, with a hint of danger in its voice that Farthe did not detect.
Farthe, upon hearing the answering cry, changed directions and started to tunnel towards the voice. She thought "That's funny, why did Swibble give up so fast? I thought that he'd be more stubborn than this...". She decided to suprise him by tunneling from the opposite direction, thinking that it would be funny. However, as she was near completion of the tunnel, she heard a voice start to softly speak.
"And what is a little tapeworm like you doing so far from the large intestine?" the voice asked sweetly. "Ha, Swibble, you can't fool me," she laughed, "Even by making your voice sound weird." With a final push, Farthe broke through into a larger tunnel, impressed at how Swibble could make such a big tunnel in such a short time. "Where are you?" she yelled. "Right here," said a giant scorpion, scuttling towards her.
thenerdqueen · Sun Sep 23, 2007 @ 07:53pm · 0 Comments |
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