Once there was a writer with writers block. Weird huh? Well it isn’t! It’s perfectly common for a great writer! After all, this particular writer is having writers block because he just completed a great novel...um...alright, he made up a story about cheese-wiz and can’t think of anything else to write about. That’s it. Nothing else. Cheese-wiz was his best material. What else do you people want from me...I mean him, yes...him. I, er, he still has a life! Anyway, during this period of non-writing, the youth tries to think of, well, a story to write.

“Hmm, must think of story type ideas.” thought the youth aloud. “Maybe if I make a story about how penguins only fly at night and have a secret alliance with komodo dragons all over the world, making a plan to wipe out every last platypus in the world! Haha! It’s perfect! I, er, they will rule the world.”

“You don’t wanna give your secret plan away just to overcome writers block do you?”

“Well, I guess not, but it’s a...hey wait a second, who said that?” Asked Iris...um, yes, Iris, that’s his name, as queer as it may be (you try thinking faster than that dick).

“I’m the voice that’s forever at your side, you know, after the whole thing about you mixing beer, marijuana, and cheese-wiz in one meal.”

“Oh yeah, heh, good times.” Said... ‘Iris’ “So what should I do oh voice-that makes-me-think-I’m-paranoid?”

“Write about how a writer like yourself might have writers block.” Answered the voice we’ll call paranoia.

“Genius, pure genius. Only A master mind could think of such a thing.”

“Congratulate yourself, You did make me after all.”

“Good-bye Paranoia.”

“Oh, I’m not going anywhere, now write your novel on the way to Mexico. I’m not exactly the legal type, if ya know what I mean.”

“Frankly, I prefer not to.”

-The End-