A Failed Cure For Jealousy pt2
That night, the bakery was closed. Lights were turned off. Cakes were happily sleeping on their trays . except the Moose Piss Mooncake. It frowned. It sulked. The outside street light shone down on it mildly. It couldnt sleep at all, thinking of how unfair life is. The agony.
Suddenly a glimpse of green flash speeded up across their tray. The little mooncake turned. No one was there. The mooncake gazed back at the window, trying to sleep like the other mooncakes.
Aw man, lifes so unfair, I wanna be popular! Oh BOO HOO, SUCK IT UP already!! a voice boomed from behind, sarcastically. Moose Piss Mooncake turned around this time.
The Envy Cake.
Envy Cake? What are you doing in my tray? Youre not even Chinese! the mooncake pointed out.
Look, Ive been watching your tray & listening to all your oriental yaps and blahs from the other side of the bakery. As much as I dont wanna do this, your jealousy pains me so I
A Failed Cure For Jealousy pt1
Ok, before I start, I know some of you are gonna puke, laugh or stare weirdly at me for the story doesnt exactly go like whats in your head. But Ill tell you anyway since this story will be moralistic (at least I think it is ah well ) I also have to apologize for the not-so-vulgar language used somewhere along the lines. I guess this could just happen in real life.
In the bakery display, there were some mooncakes. Out of all of them, Zombie Egg Mooncake was the most popular. The other mooncakes squealed with joy everytime they see it. They said hie, respected it, wanted to be friends with it, and some even envied it. The Zombie Egg Mooncake was even choosy when it comes to making friends, and this threatened most of the cakes, like for instance the Moose Piss Mooncake. Especially the Moose Piss Mooncake. Mos def / fo shizzle the Moose Piss Mooncake, for it was the bakerys known loser mooncake. Everyday Moose Piss Mooncake would sit on its tray while s
They may look like mushrooms with eyes, but they're actually, and living, toilets. Only if you watch closely as they opened their jaws, which are usually closed and only opened to attack thier prey. Amazingly they can fly like rockets by farting reactive powerful gas (which smells horiffic, too) and zoom in the air in quite a speed (and maybe the speed come up with fart sounds too). They come in different colors and sizes, but always seemed to have a dark brownish shade of rust, dirt or maybe something you don't wanna know. They feed on anything from human waste to human flesh. Yeah, they're just gas-powered toilets that look like mushrooms. They're Flushvrooms.
"Dang, I shouldnt've eaten that burrito for lunch," Gavin complained. Him and Kevin were on their way to the men's room after he accidentally ate a burrito gone bad for lunch that gave him stomach aches. So they walked in and stopped at a cubicle.
Gavin picked his cubicle and started to stare at the funny-looking toilet inside
Pyro Hunt pt5"Man, I think I'm gonna be SICK!" said Amel, having Freakzo and Marilyn to agree. And Putri. But poor poor Choco, bruised all over her face from sliding, mumbled, "I'm to blame... I'm to blame... you have me to blame..." "Yes, yes, we ALL have YOU to blame, now get back to normal!" Freakzo forgave her but instead of getting back up, Choco kept her face stuck to the ground, this time mumbling, "Crimson and clover, over and over... crimson... and clover... over... and over..." "Cangkir did a long impact on the coffee Choco drank," Amel pointed out. The rest nodded, even the couple.
"Would somebody PLEASE tell us what's goin' on?!" the Pyromaniac asked. The Count, the Strange, the Wicked and the psyched Scarfie gazed at the Reaper. The Reaper nodded weakly.
"IT WAS HER." Freakzo, Amel, Putri & Marilyn pointed at Choco. "She happens to like peeking people in bathrooms," Aiko added. Looks like she'd calmed down after the kiss. "And we're all... to... blame... we've gone to far... from pride
Pyro Hunt pt4"BOOYA! We did it! We RAWK!!" Choco spazzed. The 5 of'em were on their way to Amel's house that time."Chasing snakes, what's your deal?" sulked Freakzo, "ain't that the same as chasing pigs?" "Puh-LEEZE, everyone knows snakes are faster, sleakier & sneakier than pigs!" argued Choco. "You shud've seen Serpentia playing Serpentius Dumbblondus... Really good actor, she is," then hugged all of her snakes. "She almost appeared like she came outta Pairo's tub, I caught her n he was freaking out!" "Yeah, I bet pigs are too fat for that," added Amel. "Hey, WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON?!" yelled Freakzo. Putri and Marilyn could only watch. "We looked like a bunch of idiots back there," Marilyn sighed. "Especially Choco," added Putri. Choco then couldnt stop growling at Putri until everyone was ordered corn chips at Amel's house. Mmm... corn chips.
"This house looks familliar... but I can't put a foot in it," said Marilyn. "Y'mean like Emily The Strange's house?" asked Amel. "Yep, got that from her. An
Pyro Hunt pt3Yo DENOOOOOORIIII!!! Freakzo yelled, banging on the door. She has to do it cuz Den wouldnt respond to a slight attention.
What? Den came outta the door, asking.
What didja juz do to Choco yesterday? What WAS in the Team Tacito cake? Freakzo demanded for answers. Its just a normal cake, Den replied. Well I remember giving her some coffee in her psycho cup and You WHAT?! yelled Freakzo, then got over it. Ah well you know what happens if Choco ever drinks coffee, thats why she hardly ever drank em. And last night she drank coffee outta Cangkir, that explains it. Whadaya mean? asked Den. The Count then told the scarfie pretty much everything that happened last night. So she burnt the pyromaniacs house & stuff. We dont think its just her addiction on eating brains hey, I like that too but I think shes well remember wh
Pyro Hunt pt2Count Freakzo told Choco everything cuz ths crazy reaper really wanna spy this pyromaniac. She told her his names Pairo, he wears a black & white striped scarf and has a plaster on his forehead and weird creatures & people live with him in the tower. Whoa. He has lots of friends with amazing talents too & I mean loads, continued Freakzo. Surprisingly, Putri butted in. That style of his, yknow, the scarf, got everyones attention. Aint scarfs popular long before World War 1? asked Choco. The three were talking about the pyromaniac so seriously they forgot Heroes was on TV. Oooh, now you waanna eat Pairos brain pestered Putri. AGAIN. Hey, dont look at ME like that, SHES SYLARS BITCH! Choco pointed at Freakzo. NO WAIT! the count sparked, I like Peter Petrelli too! Shes the REAL Sylars bitch! she pointed at Amel. But but
Pyro Hunt pt1Viva El Team Tacito!! the two best friends Denorii and Kuriru cried joyly while cutting the cake on behalf of their selling comic websites success. It was a hell of a party and everyones invited. In times like these, it wasnt a surprise to everyone who know the fact that their whee-tarded Reaper got raped by envy and started emoting and/or copying the twos success by any means until it pisses them off. But that day, it was totally surprising. For Chocoreaper herself even. For the fact that she wasnt jealous of them even ONE bit. Surprising. Unexpected. Pretty. Odd.
Hey, you seemed pretty jumpy today, chirped Putri the Wicked. Laughing, smiling, eating twice the dose of cake. Didnt see you going all RAWR WHERES TEAM CANGKIR? Or TEAM KAPPU? and ballistic. Some surprise even I scare myself sometimes, replied Choco, grabbing more slices of the Team Tacito cake. Cmon
How Sylar Started Brain-EatingOne afternoon at the Sylars' residence. Mr Sylar wuz fixing stuff, broken stuff, including the car, while Mrs Sylar wuz cooking dinner. Their little son headed to the tv after a rough day of helping his dad fixing clocks. He tuned in to his favorite channel with zombie movies and sat tight. Then he ate his dinner and asked an unexpected question, like,
"Mommy, mommy, can I eat brains?"
of course, she replied, "No, Gabriel, we're human. How did you think of such a thing like that? You've been watching too much zombie movies"
"No I wasn't!" replied little Gabriel, then asked his dad instead.
"Daddy, daddy, can I eat brains?! They look tasty!"
His dad agreed with his mom, like all husbands agreeing to their wives usually. But their little son didn;t give up, for he's alwahs been worshipping his zombie movies like Marilyn Manson worshipped Satan. And one day, as he asked his dad the same question, 1 month later, after dinner... his father replied.
"THAT'S IT, YOUNG MAN. YOU'RE GROUNDED!