Butt Ad Venture

May I? Granted. However you get hit by a soccer ball and get a concussion, losing all memory of Sanderson. When you walk into your room and see all the books you think that a Crazy Book Addict lives there instead of you. I wish I could access all Disney movie soundtracks from my mind.

I prefer the remixes. They, instead of Flubbers, had Blubbers.

“Throw it away!” Butt says, “Fire is useless against Zambies! It just attracts more of them! It was me and my water guns that defeated the Zambie attack! Yes, you may all bow down now.”

Most of the time they saw blood, veins, and assorted tissues.

“MMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH!” Translation: I hate you guys!

“Mmph! MMPH!” Translation: Yes! Listen to Ember! She’s the greatest! ...Wait send me back? No! No please!

“Mmph!” Transation: Let me go! I said I was sorry!

Butt shut up. “Sorry bout that...” he mumbled out

“Me? How? I’m a sweet guy!”

“Ember? Or Star? No, wait. You have flaming armor. Sorry, I have a headache...what happened?” Butt asks. “Did something happen? Did you willingly help me?” He asks with skepticism.

“Who made you the boss! If anyone it should be me! I’m the coolest and I have a pool noodle!”

“Aaak! Zambies! You think they’re weak to water?” He whips out dual cheap, miniature water pistols. “Cause I got this!” OOC: I’ve fleshed my character a bit more. He has hallucinations of gods and other arbitrary beings. He is also an author who writes about his hallucinations. He’s a teen and was at a pool party when the apocalypse started. He also has a pool noodle...covered in shards of broken glass!

Wonderful! Hope that clears everything up “Silence, how are you doing this? Going against your writer? And why?”