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The uninformed must improve their deficit or die.
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Once upon a cold, winter's night. In the land of MADGaurd. A small house sat in the midst of a snowstorm. The snow battered the bricks and windows of the humble home. Inside, two people sat in front of a large, roaring fire, holding each other closely. The fire crackled, the storm howled, the lovers, loved. "I wish we could be like this forever..." Bella's soft voice said, her mouth curving into a smile as her eyes fell closed and her arms wrapped around her long time love,
Norayr. "Yeah...It's nice, of course...It would be better if-" he was caught off by a loud yelling from the other room.
"YEAH! THIS IS HOT!" The voice shouted.
Norayr sighed, "Hold on love..." He sat up and got off of the couch, opening the door to find their roommate,
Leonidas, slouching on the couch, watching pornography and eating toast with jam, crumbs all over the couch and his stomach. "Dammit
Leonidas, you have interrupted us for the last time!"
Nor shouted. Leonidas turned his head to look at Nor, a bit annoyed, "Ugh, what do you want now?"
Nor glanced over at the TV, than to the toast, "I trust your enjoying your pornography...And toast...Looks delicious." He emphasized the last word. "Oh, it is! I can't bee-lieve it's not butter!"
Leonidas shouted, gobbling down the bread, "Nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom!"
Nor sighed, "Well, that's good...On the other hand..." He looked at the butter container next to
Leonidas, "I can't believe how many crumbs are in the butter..."
Leonidas smacked his lips as
Nor continued, "Or how many buttery crumbs are in the jam..."
Leonidas smacked his lips again before replying, "And?" His pointy beard filled with the remains of his buttery treat.
"And...What if I wanted butter...Or...Or Jam?"
Nor replied. "Well that sounds like your problem lover-boy!"
Leonidas chuckled as he went back to the TV screen. "Well..."
Nor spoke before getting cut off. "Norayr..."
Leonidas said, not paying any attention. "Well...Did you at least tape Iron Chef like I asked?"
Nor asked. "No!"
Leonidas shouted. "Wha-"
Nor spoke up but got cut off again. "Leave me alone!"
Leonidas shouted. Norayr's face twitched, but was startled to see Bella with the TV's power cable in her hand.
"I was watching that!"
Leonidas shouted. "Tough..." She said. Normally, she was quiet, but no one, not even a Spartan King, would get between her and her
Nor-Nor time. "Come on love," She gestured to him, and he came to her, cupping her hand gently, "Let's go get dinner." She announced.
Leonidas jumped to his feet. "Tonight! We dine! At Denny's!" Bella cocked her head to look at him as they walked out, tossing him a map, "Go find your meal...After all, weren't you the one who made famous the story of the
wolf and the winter cold?" An instant later, they disappeared from the doorway.
Leonidas gazed at the map, thinking to find a detailed rendition of Greece, but was sorely disappointed. "This is NOT Sparta!" He threw the map to the floor, cupping his face in his hands, "I am lost!" Meanwhile, in her castle,
Pelvic Thrust Fairy sat stroking a
cat named Mr. Pussywhiskers. "Myes..." She stated, "So...
Vegeta,
Nappa, did you get the information on Bella I asked for?" She said with a chuckle.
Vegeta stood next to
Nappa, his arms crossed as he took the scouter of his head. "
Vegeta, tell her! Tell her what Bella's power level was!"
Nappa shouted at the top of his lungs.
Vegeta crushed the scouter within his grasp as he shouted, "It's over nine thousannnnnnnndddddd!!!!!!!"
PTF shot up, "What!? NINE THOUSAND?" She quickly collected herself and sat back down in her thrown. "No matter....After all, I have something, no the one thing," She paused, "The one THRUST, to RULE THEM ALL!!!" She laughed maniacally as she stood back up, pelvic thrusting the air in front of her.
~~To be continued?~~
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I suppose "Experience teaches best",
"Learn by doing",
and similar clichés have merit.
Take their advice; I'm busy.
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