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| [Intro: Leah has been named scribe. Bad idea for Tiffany. Well, Here goes!!] I don't know what to write...ahhh run for your lives, attack of the killer braaaaacoli!!! Sure. *snerk* Ha. Leah's stupid. Hee. Okay that's enough. No. I said hey that's enough now. I mean okay that's enough now. Leah stop. You don't have to type in everything that I say. So stupid. Aha. Leah you're not going to save it like this are you? Leah stop. It's just supposed to be the killer braaacoli not Leah typing in everything. Stop. Leaaah. Leah stooop. That's so mean. How come you're not typing in what you're saying? It's not fair. Leah stop. Oh, I'm Miss Leah...typer extraordinaire. Lookit me go, I can type fast. Oh yeah? Can you spell supercalifradulisticexpialidocious? Ha, I think not. Damn. You're so stupid. Leah stop. I'm just not going to say anything, then let's see what you'll do. *rocks in chair* *scratches nose* *yawns* *laughs* *rubs eye* {tired?} Oh, so now you put your own opinion in, oh, how original. {yes} Leah stoppit. {*laughs*} {go on} {*explodes in laughter*} *equally explodes* {*implodes*} *avoids looking at monitor* {ha} {There once was a plumber named Lee, who was plumbing his girl by the sea..said the girl stop your plumbing, there's somebody coming, said the plumber, still plumbing, it's meeeee!} *joins in singing* Shutup Leah! Leah stop! Leah stoppit!! *shakes arms* {Je suis done.} Oh, thank God. {Je s In a world where fire is ice... One vegetable has the power to eat us all... Unless he is stopped by... MISS TOWEL!! I mean...it's the Killer Braaacoli! I mean...oh damn. "I don't like cranberry sauce. I don't like braaaaaaacoli." It was these words that put him over the edge. The Braaacoli was a nice vegetable, with nice manners, a sense of humour, and great hair. He could be a little smelly, but hey, isn't everyone? But this horrible little boy transformed him into a monster. He would not eat him. Instead, he slyly hid the Braaacoli in the nearby can of... TOXIC WASTE!!! The Braaacoli grew. And he grew. And then he ate Bobby, the little misguided {and slightly spoiled} child, mockingly verbalizing: "Ohhh, I don't like Bobby brains." Now he wrathfully destroys city after city, searching out those prejudiced children. All was going fine, until he made one mistake... He stole Miss Towel's parents' shoes! He only needed some protection for his worn feet. Will anybody every understand this misunderstood vegetable? Or will he be defeated by Miss Towel? Tune in next week... uis done.} Oh thank God. |