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O.o So I was walking down the street.. and this mutated carrot jumped out in front of me and told me that if I didn't give it all my money, he'd reverse what all the beta carotine I've ingested over the years has done for me. And that's when I knew I had to eat the carrot.

I met a mad man in a field of glass, he saw me. So that's when she smashed the glass over my head and I've never been the same since.

And I began to sing, but it was really bad, and Kabloom went the world!

Secretly I am a chicken.

One day I decided to take out a box of crayons, grabbed a green, and started doodling on the grass, then the trees, the lizards, the limes...but got to the grasshoppers and decided to switch to another color. So I grabbed a blue and started scribbling on the sky, the water, the berries, the fish, the jazz, the AT&T symbol...I got bored of that too. Right when I was about to grab a yellow for the sun, I grabbed the purple by mistake instead...

...and then the world turn pink.

I was once alone, in a hole. All around me, other men and women were dying. It was a war, and my nation was losing. The navy of our opposition loomed over us. There was no question about it; we were going to lose the war, and I and all my comrades would perish. But further up those shores was a family. That family was my family, and if I didn't hold back these soldiers, they would die. They would die, and so would everyone else I had ever known. I couldn't let that happen, so I began to fire my weapon toward them. I knew they had families, too. I knew I was killing fathers, brothers, and sons. I knew they had families, and I knew that I was ripping those families apart. But I knew I had a family too, and I knew that they knew, too. So I continued to fire. Several of my bullets penetrated the skulls and chests of the soldiers, killing them. I was killing people. I really didn't care anymore. As long as those people in our small town were safe, and they could be evacuted into the mainland, I was doing exactly what I had been trained to do. So I continued to fire. then the world around me slowed to a halt. A bullet was heading toward me. I looked to my friend, shooting beside me. I smiled, as if to say, "Don't let my death be for nothing." The bullet entered my skull, and blood gushed out.

And then, the world turned pink.

Redrum! Redrum! It was heard across the land. I looked in the distance and saw the snapling. I approached. It was a young child. "I sure do hate gorillas!" said the girl. I promptly smacked her upside the head.

I was quietly walking down a tropical beach in Coconut Isle. White sands and palms laid all around me. Suddenly, a weird sound startled me, but before I could find its source everything went black and I passed out.
When I woke up, I was lying on the sand, and on my belly sat a three-headed zombie monkey who held the coconut that hit me on the head between his paws.
Shocked, I drank the coconut milk.

I wish I wasn't a donkey. Every single day of my life, I have been tormented for being a talking donkey, yet I cannot help it! "Hey, you giant smurf!" the shout at me! So I've had enough. Me and my mute friends shall rise up against humanity and there shall be BLOODY VENGENCE! WHO'S THE smurf NOW, HUH?!

I stared in horror as Benson laughed insanely. He had caught me, and I could not get away. He ran out, and I sat tied to the chair, the time bomb ticking. It was then that I realised that he was not a German Philanthropist.

Holding the stick, I deduced I would win. Curses! I betted on the other guy...


Yes, I did that on purpose.

Xyzzy looked around. Then he stuck the following quote in his post:

He hoped people would know what he meant.

It was once quoted, from the great philosopher Plato, a turtle knows how to lead life to the fullest. The durable animals really know how to have a great time, they can simply party all night and never stop. Supposedly, their snapping jaws are often held account for this. The variety of sizes they come in, from a petite size 0, to a dominating size 0.9, is said to be why they're so good at relaxing on tropical islands, and enjoying soaking up the sun by a coconut-laden palm tree. See, that is why I enjoy turtles. They're just so versatile and approachable in a time of need.

I looked beyond the stage. Here, five years ago, I had performed my first act. Now, I had just finished my last. As people left, as people ordered their last drinks, and as people talked, I looked down. It was odd: I had spent my whole life preparing for this day, and now it was the last thing I wanted. For you see, my words had killed a man. And after tonight, I was going to make sure that that never happened again. I would be found, probably in a coma, in my bedroom. Then it would be up to my children to decide the fate of a man who had accidently caused a death.

The lobotomy proved troubling.