A/N: ^__^;; Complete randomness . . . Lots of sugar and Sierra Mist went
into this . . . non-hyper readers be warned . . .
Kryst: ::Hobbles by on crutches, chasing after Joe Camel, who is a mile
ahead of him:: SONOFABITCH! GET BACK HERE YOU LAME ASS EXCUSE FOR A
MASCOT!!
Me: You're probably wondering how it all came to this. Well, it is a long
and treacherous story, but if you are willing to listen, I shall tell it.
It went somewhat like this . . . .

Me: ::sniff:: That was such a lovely poem! ::bursts into tears::
Kryst: ::points at me and laughs::
Me: . . . .
Joe Camel: ::falls out of sky on top of Kryst::
Me: ::cracks out laughing::
Kryst: ::desperate to have the last word:: You . . . hate . . . me . . .
::passes out::
Several Hours Later . . . .
Kryst: ::Is in traction::
Evil Andy: I love Xantos! He's so cool!
Kryst: Not as cool as me!
Me: Well . . .
Kryst: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!?!? I'M SEXY! I'M CUTE! I'M POPULAR TO BOOT!
Me: ::Very, VERY scared::
Andy: ::glomps Kryst::
Kryst: OOOWWW! ::screams in pain:: WTF! I'm in traction! That hurt you
crazy wench! ::sniff::
Andy: ^__^;;
A Few Minutes Later . . .
Roikus: Hands me a cookie::
Me: Cookie?
Serina: COOKIE! ::stampedes into room::
Roikus: ::smashes cookie on ground::
Serina: O.O!!! WTF!! ::Fires of Hades Blaze in Eyes::
Roikus: Bring it, fairy . . . ::grabs shotgun::
Serina: ::grabs his shotgun, breaks it in half and obliterates it into
dust before he knows what hits him:: HOW DARE YOU?!?! I'm the Queen of
Ancion! You can't break my cookie! ::bursts into tears and flies off::
Roikus: ::blink blink:: What just happened?
Me: You just got your butt kicked by the Queen of Ancion.
Kryst: Bye hot fairy lady! ::waves and laughs. Gets cut off as Joe Camel
spits on him::
Me: o.O;;
Joe Camel: ::walks off::
Kryst:: WTF?!?!? GET BACK HERE YOU LAME ASS EXCUSE FOR A HUNCHBACKED
MULE!!
Me: And that leads us to now. Kryst falls farther and farther behind as
he drags himself and his multiple casts through the desert . . .
Kryst: ::pants heavily:: I'll . . . get . . . you . . . fother . . .
mucking . . . ::is cut off as a group of squealing prepubescent girls
stampede over him on their way to see some movie with some good looking
star in it::
Me: o.O;; I wonder what would happen if I told them that Orlando Bloom
was gay?
Kryst: ::slowly pushes himself up, shaking with exhaustion:: Curses upon
you miniature women . . . ::falls back over::
Me: Want some help?
Kryst: ::Snarls. Hisses. Fangs.::
Me: ::slowly backs away::
Later On . . . .
Kryst: ::ends up in hospital from heat exhaustion::
Me: ::sigh:: For a "Bounty Hunter With an Attitude", you sure have shitty
luck.
Kryst: SHUT UP!! ::Mutters obscenities and other profanity::
Me: And so ends the tragic, yet downright hilarious tale of our favorite
"Bounty Hunter With an Attitude"!
Kryst: Yea . . . I'd BETTER be your favorite . . .
The End!