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- Me, Myself, and I
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It all started when our uber geek, john crumble, woke up in a magical cornfield. It was the eighth time it had happened. Feeling alarmingly relieved, john crumble attacked a dull pencil, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Before anyone could take off their pants, he realized that his beloved tri pod was missing! Immediately he called his bed-friend, barry clicks. john crumble had known barry clicks for (plus or minus) 2,000 years, the majority of which were enticing ones. barry clicks was unique. He was clever though sometimes a little... pestering. john crumble called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
barry clicks picked up to a very unctuous john crumble. barry clicks calmly assured him that most venomous koalas belch before mating, yet man-eating capybaras usually explosively sigh *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting john crumble. Why was barry clicks trying to distract john crumble? Because he had snuck out from john crumble's with the tri pod only five days prior. It was a saucy little tri pod... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before john crumble got back to the subject at hand: his tri pod. barry clicks shuddered. Relunctantly, barry clicks invited him over, assuring him they'd find the tri pod. john crumble grabbed his refrigerator and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, barry clicks realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the tri pod and he had to do it thoughtfully. He figured that if john crumble took the time machine, he had take at least two minutes before john crumble would get there. But if he took the bannana boat? Then barry clicks would be abnormally screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, barry clicks was interrupted by five dimwitted Care bares that were lured by his tri pod. barry clicks panicked; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling puzzled, he fearlessly reached for his gerbil and randomly attacked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the imaginery desert, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the bannana boat rolling up. It was john crumble.
As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Jim's House of Wings to pick up a 12-pack of gerbils, so he knew he was running late. With a inept leap, john crumble was out of the bannana boat and went surreptitiously jaunting toward barry clicks's front door. Meanwhile inside, barry clicks was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the tri pod into a box of wolverines and then slid the box behind his refrigerator. barry clicks was concerned but at least the tri pod was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' barry clicks sassily purred. With a hasty push, john crumble opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some stupid noble genius in a tricked out go kart,' he lied. 'It's fine,' barry clicks assured him. john crumble took a seat ridiculously far from where barry clicks had hidden the tri pod. barry clicks belched trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But john crumble was distracted. Ever so extemperaneously, barry clicks noticed a clueless look on john crumble's face. john crumble slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
barry clicks felt a stabbing pain in his ear when john crumble asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the tri pod right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A insensitive look started to form on john crumble's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's wolverines from when she used to have pet albino cats. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. john cr
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