Post by Rikki-senpai on Mar 5, 2007 22:06:30 GMT -5
(This is me, Rikster. With a funny thought, I just thought of today. I might think I would like to share it with you. ;D)
One day, Squall was assigned a spy mission. The man, crawled into the vents. But, one opening was loose, and because of Squall major weight issue, he fell.
"Ow!" Replied the injured man.
He rubbed his head with pain. After a while, trying to rub the pain away, the man, Squall, scanned his surroundings.
Coats, coats, jackets, and more over protective gear.
Since he was a spy afterall, he might as well rustle through the coats. They might have guns, or whatnot.
Meanwhile...
"Oops... wrong address..." Muttered the man, that have given Squall the mission.
"Where did you sent him instead?" The manager asked.
"Some 'fictionrealm' home." He told the manager.
The manager gave him a puzzled look. Then just mumbling oh, or how nice.
Back with the main character...
"Let's see..." The man Squall said, looking through a light blue winter coat.
Out came white gloves in one pocket. Out came used tissues in another. Out came various foods. Out came unused tissues, and a green soft bag.
Squall stared at the green thing blankly, as he picked it up.
"What is this squishy thing? A bomb perhaps?" Squall shrugged, as he placed all the materials he found, back where he located them.
Then he pondered onto another coat. It looked new, but the ketchup on the zipper ruined it. It was white with brown fur on the hood.
With the same technique...
Out came keys
Out came chap stick
Out came 97 cents
Squall decided to keep the keys, incase he needed them for anything. Then putting back the chap stick, and the money.
Then he pondered onto a black jacket with pink strips.
The same old technique...
Out came.... air.
Squall blankly returned the air, if that was possible and pondered onto more jackets. To him, this seemed amusing to him now.
Out came various things, keys, money, highlighters, pencils, ipods, and more!
Meanwhile outside the closet.
"Hey Rogie-senpai don't you think the closet is making too much noise...?" Asked a girl, that everyone said she looked like Yuffie. But did not.
"I want my juice." Replied a blonde girl, with bangs, and had a ponytail.
"I'll get it later." The person so-called Rogie, replied.
"Anyways... about the closet problem..." Rikster muttered, staring at the closet, hearing jingling, mutterings, and ow's.
"I think the ow's made it clear that something is going on in there." Lucky said aloud, who wanted her juice.
"Let's go find out." Rogie said, as she walked towards the door.
As the young adult opened the door, Squall heared the turning of the doorknob. Quickly scrambling and jumping for his life, he knew he wasn't going to reach the vent, and decided to be ready for battle. As the door opened, light cleared everything in the closet. And the shooting his gunblade carelessly, made him hear shrieks of fear.
"HOLY-" Lucky shouted, but was cut off.
"IS EVERYONE OKAY?!" Rikster panicked.
The three girls pondered if any injures were made. None were, with the relief of that, they sighed.
"Now, for the mystery of the closet noises!" Rikster shouted.
"There IS no mystery! It's Squall just jacking stuff from our jackets!" Lucky pointed out.
"Those are my keys!" Rogie cried.
Blank stares and glares, as Squall tried to escape the furiated wrath of the girls. Tie to a chair, and light shining on his face. He squinted as he checked his surroundings. It was a bedroom?
Numerous beds, and computers, a huge mat, with loads of crap everywhere.
(Now, that's where I end this, Rogie, Lucky, you can um, find ways to torture him. Since, I can't come up with any.)
One day, Squall was assigned a spy mission. The man, crawled into the vents. But, one opening was loose, and because of Squall major weight issue, he fell.
"Ow!" Replied the injured man.
He rubbed his head with pain. After a while, trying to rub the pain away, the man, Squall, scanned his surroundings.
Coats, coats, jackets, and more over protective gear.
Since he was a spy afterall, he might as well rustle through the coats. They might have guns, or whatnot.
Meanwhile...
"Oops... wrong address..." Muttered the man, that have given Squall the mission.
"Where did you sent him instead?" The manager asked.
"Some 'fictionrealm' home." He told the manager.
The manager gave him a puzzled look. Then just mumbling oh, or how nice.
Back with the main character...
"Let's see..." The man Squall said, looking through a light blue winter coat.
Out came white gloves in one pocket. Out came used tissues in another. Out came various foods. Out came unused tissues, and a green soft bag.
Squall stared at the green thing blankly, as he picked it up.
"What is this squishy thing? A bomb perhaps?" Squall shrugged, as he placed all the materials he found, back where he located them.
Then he pondered onto another coat. It looked new, but the ketchup on the zipper ruined it. It was white with brown fur on the hood.
With the same technique...
Out came keys
Out came chap stick
Out came 97 cents
Squall decided to keep the keys, incase he needed them for anything. Then putting back the chap stick, and the money.
Then he pondered onto a black jacket with pink strips.
The same old technique...
Out came.... air.
Squall blankly returned the air, if that was possible and pondered onto more jackets. To him, this seemed amusing to him now.
Out came various things, keys, money, highlighters, pencils, ipods, and more!
Meanwhile outside the closet.
"Hey Rogie-senpai don't you think the closet is making too much noise...?" Asked a girl, that everyone said she looked like Yuffie. But did not.
"I want my juice." Replied a blonde girl, with bangs, and had a ponytail.
"I'll get it later." The person so-called Rogie, replied.
"Anyways... about the closet problem..." Rikster muttered, staring at the closet, hearing jingling, mutterings, and ow's.
"I think the ow's made it clear that something is going on in there." Lucky said aloud, who wanted her juice.
"Let's go find out." Rogie said, as she walked towards the door.
As the young adult opened the door, Squall heared the turning of the doorknob. Quickly scrambling and jumping for his life, he knew he wasn't going to reach the vent, and decided to be ready for battle. As the door opened, light cleared everything in the closet. And the shooting his gunblade carelessly, made him hear shrieks of fear.
"HOLY-" Lucky shouted, but was cut off.
"IS EVERYONE OKAY?!" Rikster panicked.
The three girls pondered if any injures were made. None were, with the relief of that, they sighed.
"Now, for the mystery of the closet noises!" Rikster shouted.
"There IS no mystery! It's Squall just jacking stuff from our jackets!" Lucky pointed out.
"Those are my keys!" Rogie cried.
Blank stares and glares, as Squall tried to escape the furiated wrath of the girls. Tie to a chair, and light shining on his face. He squinted as he checked his surroundings. It was a bedroom?
Numerous beds, and computers, a huge mat, with loads of crap everywhere.
(Now, that's where I end this, Rogie, Lucky, you can um, find ways to torture him. Since, I can't come up with any.)