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Title: Lighting, vortexes, and teenage girls don't mix
Author: lilypop8
Full Name (plus titles, if any): Alice Adams, Evangeline
Full Species: Stupideus Marysue-ii
Hair Color (include adjectives): N/A
Eye Color (include adjectives): N/A
Unusual Markings/Colorations: N/A
Special Possessions (if any): A stolen mirror, I guess
Which Gate It Comes From: The Gate of Stupid Fangirls thrown into FMA-verse
Connections To Canon Characters: I guess one of them is a friend of Winry now?
Special Abilities: Epic stupidity
Other Annoying Traits: Rudeness, loudness, zero explained character development, more epic stupidity
Okay, I sporked the first chapter of this thing a while back... well, now there's NINE. The rating is still bad. I don't think I can spork this whole thing alone. DX
Some Of The Worst Of This Story:
Lily: Blah…
Bloodpuppy: Huh?
Lily: Blah… Life is a dark and dreary river, to which I find no reprieve... the rivers that run down my dull, cold cheeks as I sit alone in the absolute abyss...
Bloodpuppy: BLAH!!!
Lily: Ow, not in the ears!! I was busy emoing!
Bloodpuppy: Haha, I knew that would get you to stop…^^
Lily: (Mutters) bitch…
Bloodpuppy: I know I am! Everything is my fault!
Lily: I wasn’t talking about that…
Bloodpuppy: What were we talking about?
(My god, who CARES?)
Lily: Never mind… lets get on with the story!
Bloodpuppy: Okay!
(I actually think I care about that even less...)
(Alice)
“Ugh. Me Alice. Me girl.” Alice groaned as she opened her eyes just to see rain falling down.
That’s when she felt pain running through her body from the raindrops bashing into her eyes, making her screamed bloody murder. She looked down at her arm only to see that her hand was torn off and blood soaking into the ground. She decided that, from now on, she would not take her games of Pattycake so seriously.
“Holy shit!” she thought to herself. “I left the water on at home! Our bill is going to be GINORMOUS!” (I feel like I used this line before, but I thought it was appropriate anyway...)
Tears of pain ran down her face, as she once again screamed in pain and tried to get up, but failed miserably falling back down to the ground. Her sobs of pain echoed through the valley since her lungs were powerful and her voice was that of a sonic banshee that she had woken up in.
Suddenly she heard footsteps coming towards her.
“Who’s there?” she wearily asked.
All Alice heard was mumbles as her vision and hearing started to fade.
“W…what?” she asked again. (Just die already! Nobody cares!)
And then everything became dark once again. Obviously the electric company was sick of her bullshit.
(Evangeline)
“Alice! Where did you go?!” Evangeline screamed at the mirror in terror, eagerly awaiting a response.
But she got no response from the mirror.
“Damn you, mirror! Give her back! She borrowed my pants and I want them back! NAO!” she demanded.
Silence…
“Damn you again! If you don’t respond, you'd be helping to make this fic more legit and normal, as mirrors cannot speak I will break you! Violence solves everything!”
More silence…
“Okay, let’s think rationally.” She spoke out loud to herself. “That sounds delicious. 'Rationally.' I didn't even know I knew that word! Wonder what it means!” Obviously ignoring the mirror now.
“How is this possible exactly…? (Suethor + MS Word) Hm, obviously something is wrong here. Obviously the mirror should have explained this fic. So, what went wrong…?”
That’s when a boy with dark brown hair in a buzz cut came walking in.
“Who are you talking to? And where is Alice?” he asked.
“Crap, James and Dustin are back…” Evangeline thought.
“I was, um, talking to myself. My other personalities were lonely and all. And Alice went to the store and will be staying the night at my house for a while because it's not like you guys want her, and I will be taking this mirror because it is dreadfully important.” She quickly said as she hurried out the door. Leaving behind Alice’s confused brother and father. (So she just randomly stole a mirror out of her friend's home? And they didn't even stop her? I'd have tripped her Sue-butt!)
“I wonder how they got through the stor...”(Obviously they didn't quite make it through all those intimidating store aisles and resorted to eating your missing 'e' to survive. Or did you mean STORM? Checking over your stuff is your friend!) Evangeline’s thoughts were cut off when she realized it was sunny outside. It looked like the storm never came.
“What the fuck is that big yellow thing…?” she said to herself out loud, amazed and entranced by the strange phenomenon known as the sun.
“Oh, well, the only thing important now, is trying to find a way to get a delicious ice cream cone Alice back.” She reasoned with herself as she headed down the street back to her house. The mirror was (Grammar, Suethor! Don't rape it!) shining in her arms, plotting its revenge.
(Alice)
“Ugh, not again!” Alice groaned as she once again awoke.
But, this time she woke up in a nice comfy bed with blankets covering her large, misshapen tentacles petite body. Pain still ran through her arm, but not as bad as it used to be as her pain receptors had a delightful case of ADD. The room she was in had two beds, and a dresser. A woman with blonde hair sat on top of the other bed, seeming to be working on some metal clockwork thing. (Seriously? Metal clockwork thing? At least PRETEND to care about presentation! URGH.)
“Where am i? (Needs moar caps!) And who the hell are you?” (And manners, too.) Alice asked pointing to the lady.
The blonde chick turned her head and blinked. Alice gasped as she remembered who she was. She was Winry from Full Metal Alchemist! Winry smiled and walked towards the awe stricken girl , busting out a flamethrower and reducing the Sue into a finely charred heap of ash.
“You’re awake. That’s good.” Winry said. “This way you're not TOTALLY useless - we can feed you to the neighbor's livestock! They like them live.”
“No, I’m dead.” Alice jokingly thought. (Does she think her bitchy sarcasm is funny? It's not. You don't get snippy when someone takes you in. I want to steal her lunch money and shove her in the mud. Then take her shoes. And make her eat them.)
“Damnit, I guess we'll just have to use you as a bedside table then.”
“Y…yeah.” She stuttered, as this was her dream career next to McDonald's mascot.
“How do you feel? Are you hungry?” Winry asked.
“I’m okay, now. And yes, (COMMA!) I am hungry.” Alice replied.
“I’ll get you something to eat then.” Winry said as she left the room.
And that’s when Alice had her panic attack.
“What the hell am I doing on FF.net trying to write decent fiction in a TV show?!” She screamed in her head.
“…Wait, how the hell am I supposed to get out? And where the fuck is Evangeline?” she asked herself. (Swearing doesn't make you too cool for school.)
Suddenly, she realized what had happened earlier, so she looked down at her right hand in terror, just to find it wrapped in bandages. She just stared sadly, not thinking, since this dreadful act of brain-usage would cause the next Ice Age.
“How the hell am I supposed eat and write now?” (Guess you'll have to use the funnel, bitch! D:< That's what you get.)
“So, I heard you woke up.” A short little lady with pink hair came walking in. Alice recognized her as Winry’s grandmother, Pinako.
“Are you feeling any better?” she continued.
“Uh, yeah, the pain in my hand is pretty much gone now.” Alice shyly said.
“Alright, here’s your food!” Winry said as she came back in and set a plate of food and a glass of milk on the table next to Alice.
“Food!” Alice shouted as she started to devour her food. (What a selfish little whorebag!)
“Slow down or you’ll get a stomach ache.” Winry scolded her. “Also, it's more fun if the poisons are slow acting. If you eat it all now, you'll just flop over and die all quick-like.”
Alice pouted and continued to slowly eat her food while reciting depressing poetry, as she can multitask and has several heads. She's so wonderful!
“So, mind telling us about yourself?” Pinako asked.
Alice blinked. Should she tell them the truth, or should she make up something? Eh, whatever comes out is what she’ll give them. They were not impressed when that entailed explosive vomiting. Hey, whatever comes out.
She swallowed her food and the put her now empty plate on and the table.
“My name is Alice Adams, I’m fifteen years old, and I really don’t know how I got here. Anything else?” She asked.
(Large snip! They fuss over her and her fake past, pretend to care, and then are all sad over her loss of a hand and decide to build her automail. Ick.)
“Okay, sounds good to me!” Alice said, but that’s when she realized something, “But, wait I don’t have any money to repay you guys. Did you want me to go and sell my body? I don't mind! Everyone will love me, I'm a Sue.”
“Don’t worry; you don’t have to pay us anything.” Pinako said as she left the room. “We charge Edward, who's been like a son to me, but we won't charge you, my random stranger friend.”
“We’ll start tomorrow, so rest up for the day.” Winry said.
“Well, I think I’ll be able to handle the pain.” Alice thought with a smile.
(The next day…)
“OW! MOTHER FUCKER!!”
“Don’t move or I might mess up.”
“DO YOU ENJOY PUTTING PEOPLE IN PAIN!?”
“Just you!” Winry, as well as the rest of the FMA cast, responded happily.
“It comes with the job.”
“YOU CRAZY BITCHES!!”
“Stop complaining! You’re the one who decided to do this!”
“YOUR POINT IS?” (That's just... stupid. Her point is you CHOSE it, it's a FREE chance at mobility, and you're being a jerkypants. Should've said no, idiot.)
“My point is that you need to stop moving!”
“OW!! DON’T HIT ME WITH A WRENCH!!”
“THEN STOP YELLING!!”
“NO!”
“OW! QUIT IT!”
(Now... I don't know who's who at this point. I know the Sue is the one who got hit with the wrench... but... yeah, I dunno. Did she hit Winry next? The world may never know.)
Pinako sighed as she took a drag from her pipe. The girl was as loud as Edward. Since Alice wouldn’t stop moving they had been working almost the whole day on her hand.
“Alright, you’re done.” Winry said satisfied with her work.
“Thank god…” Alice sighed as she took a look at her new automail hand.
“Well, give it a try.” Winry spoke. (Seriously! Every sentence starts with 'Alice,' 'Winry,' or 'Pinako'! Why?! Pronouns! Pronooouns! Titles! Something OTHER than names, for god's sake!)
Alice lifted her hand up and down, moving her fingers. She stared admiring her new hand. (Oh yeah, just go and spite me!)
“Thanks. The pain was worth it.” Alice is ticking this sporker off smiled as she thanked both of the Rockbells.
“No problem. I’m glad you like it.” Winry smiled back.
“So, what are you going to do now?” Pinako asked.
“I really don’t know…maybe find a way to get back to my town. It’s really far away. Might take me months to get back, years possibly.” Alice said.
Well, it was true.
“Are you serious?” Winry asked disbelieving it. (Why are you hating on the poor commas? They hate it when they always get picked last.)
“Yeah, sadly,”
“Why don’t you stay here for a while? You’re not completely rested.” Pinako suggested.
“No, I don’t want to be a burden.” Alice objected. “Even though I've already selfishly wolfed down food and furniture, was unnecessarily rude to you, and cost you tons of money and labor due to the free automail, I'm suddenly feeling considerate!”
“It’s no problem at all.” Pinako said, taking a gun from her apron and blasting the Sue's face against the wall another drag from her pipe.
“Are you sure?” Alice asked.
“No, we were just messin' with you. Get the fuck out. We’re sure.” Winry said.
“Well…alright. Thanks.” Alice smiled.
“You can stay in the doghouse outside my room! And we can bathe you and water you and have you neutered talk and do each others hair and whenever you need your automail repaired I can fix it! We’ll have so much fun!” Winry exclaimed happily.
Alice sweatdropped and thought, “It sounds like she’s thinking I’m staying forever.”
“Y…yeah, lots of fun.” Alice said.
(Okay, I know Winry's kind at heart and, chances are, they WOULD offer people a place to stay... but... would she REALLY have that much of a sisterly attachment after... a day?)
That’s when Den jumped up and started to lick Alice’s face.
“Gah! That tickles!” Alice laughed.
“Den, down boy,” Winry said. (I... could be wrong, but isn't Den a girl? Umm... yeah, maybe it's just my memory failing.)
Den barked and jumped down, leaving a laughing Alice.
“Maybe it won’t be so bad here after all.” She thought as she wiped the dog slobber off her face.
Bloodpuppy: Um, your bad at spelling today aren’t you? (And you're bad at knowing 'your' from 'you're'!)
Lily: Yes, I just keep messing up. (Sighs) Anyways let's thank the reviewers, thanks to XxLexiLacerationxX, Mizuki-the-dead, and Riku-sia, thanks!!
Bloodpuppy: Yes, thank you!
Lily: And this time if you review you can have…Envy?
Bloodpuppy: Are you on crack?
Lily: Of course. How else do you think I came up with this? No, and if you don’t like Envy you can have a giant cookie!
Bloodpuppy: I want the cookie!
Lily: No! Now say goodbye!
Bloodpuppy: Bye-bye!
Lily: Bye! Review please!
Author: lilypop8
Full Name (plus titles, if any): Alice Adams, Evangeline
Full Species: Stupideus Marysue-ii
Hair Color (include adjectives): N/A
Eye Color (include adjectives): N/A
Unusual Markings/Colorations: N/A
Special Possessions (if any): A stolen mirror, I guess
Which Gate It Comes From: The Gate of Stupid Fangirls thrown into FMA-verse
Connections To Canon Characters: I guess one of them is a friend of Winry now?
Special Abilities: Epic stupidity
Other Annoying Traits: Rudeness, loudness, zero explained character development, more epic stupidity
Okay, I sporked the first chapter of this thing a while back... well, now there's NINE. The rating is still bad. I don't think I can spork this whole thing alone. DX
Some Of The Worst Of This Story:
Lily: Blah…
Bloodpuppy: Huh?
Lily: Blah… Life is a dark and dreary river, to which I find no reprieve... the rivers that run down my dull, cold cheeks as I sit alone in the absolute abyss...
Bloodpuppy: BLAH!!!
Lily: Ow, not in the ears!! I was busy emoing!
Bloodpuppy: Haha, I knew that would get you to stop…^^
Lily: (Mutters) bitch…
Bloodpuppy: I know I am! Everything is my fault!
Lily: I wasn’t talking about that…
Bloodpuppy: What were we talking about?
(My god, who CARES?)
Lily: Never mind… lets get on with the story!
Bloodpuppy: Okay!
(I actually think I care about that even less...)
(Alice)
“Ugh. Me Alice. Me girl.” Alice groaned as she opened her eyes just to see rain falling down.
That’s when she felt pain running through her body from the raindrops bashing into her eyes, making her screamed bloody murder. She looked down at her arm only to see that her hand was torn off and blood soaking into the ground. She decided that, from now on, she would not take her games of Pattycake so seriously.
“Holy shit!” she thought to herself. “I left the water on at home! Our bill is going to be GINORMOUS!” (I feel like I used this line before, but I thought it was appropriate anyway...)
Tears of pain ran down her face, as she once again screamed in pain and tried to get up, but failed miserably falling back down to the ground. Her sobs of pain echoed through the valley since her lungs were powerful and her voice was that of a sonic banshee that she had woken up in.
Suddenly she heard footsteps coming towards her.
“Who’s there?” she wearily asked.
All Alice heard was mumbles as her vision and hearing started to fade.
“W…what?” she asked again. (Just die already! Nobody cares!)
And then everything became dark once again. Obviously the electric company was sick of her bullshit.
(Evangeline)
“Alice! Where did you go?!” Evangeline screamed at the mirror in terror, eagerly awaiting a response.
But she got no response from the mirror.
“Damn you, mirror! Give her back! She borrowed my pants and I want them back! NAO!” she demanded.
Silence…
“Damn you again! If you don’t respond, you'd be helping to make this fic more legit and normal, as mirrors cannot speak I will break you! Violence solves everything!”
More silence…
“Okay, let’s think rationally.” She spoke out loud to herself. “That sounds delicious. 'Rationally.' I didn't even know I knew that word! Wonder what it means!” Obviously ignoring the mirror now.
“How is this possible exactly…? (Suethor + MS Word) Hm, obviously something is wrong here. Obviously the mirror should have explained this fic. So, what went wrong…?”
That’s when a boy with dark brown hair in a buzz cut came walking in.
“Who are you talking to? And where is Alice?” he asked.
“Crap, James and Dustin are back…” Evangeline thought.
“I was, um, talking to myself. My other personalities were lonely and all. And Alice went to the store and will be staying the night at my house for a while because it's not like you guys want her, and I will be taking this mirror because it is dreadfully important.” She quickly said as she hurried out the door. Leaving behind Alice’s confused brother and father. (So she just randomly stole a mirror out of her friend's home? And they didn't even stop her? I'd have tripped her Sue-butt!)
“I wonder how they got through the stor...”(Obviously they didn't quite make it through all those intimidating store aisles and resorted to eating your missing 'e' to survive. Or did you mean STORM? Checking over your stuff is your friend!) Evangeline’s thoughts were cut off when she realized it was sunny outside. It looked like the storm never came.
“What the fuck is that big yellow thing…?” she said to herself out loud, amazed and entranced by the strange phenomenon known as the sun.
“Oh, well, the only thing important now, is trying to find a way to get a delicious ice cream cone Alice back.” She reasoned with herself as she headed down the street back to her house. The mirror was (Grammar, Suethor! Don't rape it!) shining in her arms, plotting its revenge.
(Alice)
“Ugh, not again!” Alice groaned as she once again awoke.
But, this time she woke up in a nice comfy bed with blankets covering her large, misshapen tentacles petite body. Pain still ran through her arm, but not as bad as it used to be as her pain receptors had a delightful case of ADD. The room she was in had two beds, and a dresser. A woman with blonde hair sat on top of the other bed, seeming to be working on some metal clockwork thing. (Seriously? Metal clockwork thing? At least PRETEND to care about presentation! URGH.)
“Where am i? (Needs moar caps!) And who the hell are you?” (And manners, too.) Alice asked pointing to the lady.
The blonde chick turned her head and blinked. Alice gasped as she remembered who she was. She was Winry from Full Metal Alchemist! Winry smiled and walked towards the awe stricken girl , busting out a flamethrower and reducing the Sue into a finely charred heap of ash.
“You’re awake. That’s good.” Winry said. “This way you're not TOTALLY useless - we can feed you to the neighbor's livestock! They like them live.”
“No, I’m dead.” Alice jokingly thought. (Does she think her bitchy sarcasm is funny? It's not. You don't get snippy when someone takes you in. I want to steal her lunch money and shove her in the mud. Then take her shoes. And make her eat them.)
“Damnit, I guess we'll just have to use you as a bedside table then.”
“Y…yeah.” She stuttered, as this was her dream career next to McDonald's mascot.
“How do you feel? Are you hungry?” Winry asked.
“I’m okay, now. And yes, (COMMA!) I am hungry.” Alice replied.
“I’ll get you something to eat then.” Winry said as she left the room.
And that’s when Alice had her panic attack.
“What the hell am I doing on FF.net trying to write decent fiction in a TV show?!” She screamed in her head.
“…Wait, how the hell am I supposed to get out? And where the fuck is Evangeline?” she asked herself. (Swearing doesn't make you too cool for school.)
Suddenly, she realized what had happened earlier, so she looked down at her right hand in terror, just to find it wrapped in bandages. She just stared sadly, not thinking, since this dreadful act of brain-usage would cause the next Ice Age.
“How the hell am I supposed eat and write now?” (Guess you'll have to use the funnel, bitch! D:< That's what you get.)
“So, I heard you woke up.” A short little lady with pink hair came walking in. Alice recognized her as Winry’s grandmother, Pinako.
“Are you feeling any better?” she continued.
“Uh, yeah, the pain in my hand is pretty much gone now.” Alice shyly said.
“Alright, here’s your food!” Winry said as she came back in and set a plate of food and a glass of milk on the table next to Alice.
“Food!” Alice shouted as she started to devour her food. (What a selfish little whorebag!)
“Slow down or you’ll get a stomach ache.” Winry scolded her. “Also, it's more fun if the poisons are slow acting. If you eat it all now, you'll just flop over and die all quick-like.”
Alice pouted and continued to slowly eat her food while reciting depressing poetry, as she can multitask and has several heads. She's so wonderful!
“So, mind telling us about yourself?” Pinako asked.
Alice blinked. Should she tell them the truth, or should she make up something? Eh, whatever comes out is what she’ll give them. They were not impressed when that entailed explosive vomiting. Hey, whatever comes out.
She swallowed her food and the put her now empty plate on and the table.
“My name is Alice Adams, I’m fifteen years old, and I really don’t know how I got here. Anything else?” She asked.
(Large snip! They fuss over her and her fake past, pretend to care, and then are all sad over her loss of a hand and decide to build her automail. Ick.)
“Okay, sounds good to me!” Alice said, but that’s when she realized something, “But, wait I don’t have any money to repay you guys. Did you want me to go and sell my body? I don't mind! Everyone will love me, I'm a Sue.”
“Don’t worry; you don’t have to pay us anything.” Pinako said as she left the room. “We charge Edward, who's been like a son to me, but we won't charge you, my random stranger friend.”
“We’ll start tomorrow, so rest up for the day.” Winry said.
“Well, I think I’ll be able to handle the pain.” Alice thought with a smile.
(The next day…)
“OW! MOTHER FUCKER!!”
“Don’t move or I might mess up.”
“DO YOU ENJOY PUTTING PEOPLE IN PAIN!?”
“Just you!” Winry, as well as the rest of the FMA cast, responded happily.
“It comes with the job.”
“YOU CRAZY BITCHES!!”
“Stop complaining! You’re the one who decided to do this!”
“YOUR POINT IS?” (That's just... stupid. Her point is you CHOSE it, it's a FREE chance at mobility, and you're being a jerkypants. Should've said no, idiot.)
“My point is that you need to stop moving!”
“OW!! DON’T HIT ME WITH A WRENCH!!”
“THEN STOP YELLING!!”
“NO!”
“OW! QUIT IT!”
(Now... I don't know who's who at this point. I know the Sue is the one who got hit with the wrench... but... yeah, I dunno. Did she hit Winry next? The world may never know.)
Pinako sighed as she took a drag from her pipe. The girl was as loud as Edward. Since Alice wouldn’t stop moving they had been working almost the whole day on her hand.
“Alright, you’re done.” Winry said satisfied with her work.
“Thank god…” Alice sighed as she took a look at her new automail hand.
“Well, give it a try.” Winry spoke. (Seriously! Every sentence starts with 'Alice,' 'Winry,' or 'Pinako'! Why?! Pronouns! Pronooouns! Titles! Something OTHER than names, for god's sake!)
Alice lifted her hand up and down, moving her fingers. She stared admiring her new hand. (Oh yeah, just go and spite me!)
“Thanks. The pain was worth it.” Alice is ticking this sporker off smiled as she thanked both of the Rockbells.
“No problem. I’m glad you like it.” Winry smiled back.
“So, what are you going to do now?” Pinako asked.
“I really don’t know…maybe find a way to get back to my town. It’s really far away. Might take me months to get back, years possibly.” Alice said.
Well, it was true.
“Are you serious?” Winry asked disbelieving it. (Why are you hating on the poor commas? They hate it when they always get picked last.)
“Yeah, sadly,”
“Why don’t you stay here for a while? You’re not completely rested.” Pinako suggested.
“No, I don’t want to be a burden.” Alice objected. “Even though I've already selfishly wolfed down food and furniture, was unnecessarily rude to you, and cost you tons of money and labor due to the free automail, I'm suddenly feeling considerate!”
“It’s no problem at all.” Pinako said, taking a gun from her apron and blasting the Sue's face against the wall another drag from her pipe.
“Are you sure?” Alice asked.
“No, we were just messin' with you. Get the fuck out. We’re sure.” Winry said.
“Well…alright. Thanks.” Alice smiled.
“You can stay in the doghouse outside my room! And we can bathe you and water you and have you neutered talk and do each others hair and whenever you need your automail repaired I can fix it! We’ll have so much fun!” Winry exclaimed happily.
Alice sweatdropped and thought, “It sounds like she’s thinking I’m staying forever.”
“Y…yeah, lots of fun.” Alice said.
(Okay, I know Winry's kind at heart and, chances are, they WOULD offer people a place to stay... but... would she REALLY have that much of a sisterly attachment after... a day?)
That’s when Den jumped up and started to lick Alice’s face.
“Gah! That tickles!” Alice laughed.
“Den, down boy,” Winry said. (I... could be wrong, but isn't Den a girl? Umm... yeah, maybe it's just my memory failing.)
Den barked and jumped down, leaving a laughing Alice.
“Maybe it won’t be so bad here after all.” She thought as she wiped the dog slobber off her face.
Bloodpuppy: Um, your bad at spelling today aren’t you? (And you're bad at knowing 'your' from 'you're'!)
Lily: Yes, I just keep messing up. (Sighs) Anyways let's thank the reviewers, thanks to XxLexiLacerationxX, Mizuki-the-dead, and Riku-sia, thanks!!
Bloodpuppy: Yes, thank you!
Lily: And this time if you review you can have…Envy?
Bloodpuppy: Are you on crack?
Lily: Of course. How else do you think I came up with this? No, and if you don’t like Envy you can have a giant cookie!
Bloodpuppy: I want the cookie!
Lily: No! Now say goodbye!
Bloodpuppy: Bye-bye!
Lily: Bye! Review please!