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[mindreader_eh]

It's one-thirty, as~ per usual I've got enough caffeine in my system to knock down a lesser mortal, and I'm bored as hell. Grocery shopping has been done (four gallons of praline ice-cream, one twelve-pack of Cokes, a jar of crunchy peanut butter, and a couple packs of ramen constitute groceries, right?-- shut the hell up, as far as my pantry goes

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[collaredstray]

Hey, I haven't talked to you in awhile. What's up?

[mindreader_eh]

Being bored. Having to share an apartment with my least~ favorite person ever, barring Mommy dearest and Nema-sama. The works. >D How about you, Haine~?

[collaredstray]

I see. Blue moved in with us. We have a gross job to do that might take awhile.

[mindreader_eh]

Yeah, I heard about Blue. Lots of blood and guts and gore, I hope?

[iamtheshield]

Perhaps I should take care of the groceries next time. :)

It's good you're continuing your education, Kyouya-kun.

[mindreader_eh]

My apartment. My groceries.

You're just saying that.

[iamtheshield]

I was only trying to help.

Are you questioning my sincerity? :)

[mindreader_eh]

By spending my money on nonessentials like... eggs or fruit or something that requires actual cooking. And then making some gourmet meal out of it. Uh-huh, no~ thanks.

I'm way past questioning it.

Want a drabble?

[bananas_an]

Going to get crazy on the waltzers, hmmm?

Ever think of branching out to Dinty Moore?

[mindreader_eh]

I could've danced all night?

Dinty Moore? Come again?

[bananas_an]

I could have spread my wings and done a thousand things.

You know, stew in a can?

[mindreader_eh]

I... think I'd probably better quit quoting while I'm ahead.

But I'm so~ attached to my burnt ramen.

[failsempai]

Write me a story where everyone dies.

[mindreader_eh]

But that's so damn depressing. All righty~

Apocalypses were one of the quickest ways to go. Earthquakes, typhoons, monsoons, and~ the moon turning into blood all at once. There were fires. A fifth of all the waters (or maybe it was a third) turned into wormwood, whatever the hell that is.

And the teenagers were all going crazy in their cults of orgy funtimes, trying for one last moment of fun before~ being swept away into the sea or burned into stubble or whatever the hell makes the most poetic justice.

Not that it did any good 'cause they all died anyway, obviously. But at least they died while having sex.

[ecconcentrical]

Write me a story where I get my body back. Maybe I can get that one chick who reads shit and makes it happen to read it for me.

[mindreader_eh]

.... You're still in Bart's body? Oh my fucking God, it's almost not funny anymore.

Pein had almost gotten used to being stuck, which was a sure~ sign things had lasted more than long enough. But he was afraid to ask the Merciless Goddess for any help whatsoever on fear that she might just laugh and make things worse. Although how they could get worse than being stuck in your buddy's body while his wife was pregnant and he was all cuttlefishied was beyond him.

So in utter~ desperation he enlisted the help of Brawl at large, asking them to petition the goddess to get things back to normal.

They complied amid just a tad of pity-induced laughter.

The Merciful Goddess watched the petition, laughed again, and finally~ decided enough was enough. So she got Pein back to normal and genderswitched everyone that'd signed the petition.

The End.

[ecconcentrical]

Yeah, it's fucking bullshit.

Great fucking drabble. Give yourself a fucking star.

[mindreader_eh]

... Maybe you should try magic or some crap like that.

Thanks, Pein~