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I completely agree. They do a good job of getting actors who fit comfortably in their character.

What do you use to put out a fire? Lamp shades.

Ahhh, but do you have a home?

The Fox felt something... strange. She couldn't move! The figures were talking, surely plotting of how to kill her. She needed to get her knife. Get her knife, get her knife!!! She used all of her energy trying to move, tears continuing to stream down her face. Everything went black.

She heard some of them respond, and then realized that she couldn't make out what they were saying. She hazily looked around at the blurry figures, unable to make sense of who they were. "Why did you do this me?" She screeched, tears popping out of the sides of her eyes. Stupid stupid stupid, why did emotions have to exist? She was so confused and so angry, she hadn't done anything that bad lately! Who would have done this to her? The Fox lowered her voice, and seethed, "You shouldn't have messed with me. I don't take ambushing lightly." She lunged forward with her knife again toward one of the figures, certain she was going to land a hit this time, but in reality, the Fox was just a blumbering teen confused by blood loss.

The Fox stumbles left, a few feet, then right, then left again. Where on earth was she? She couldn't see straight. Her left hand clasped her right side, red liquid seeping between her fingers. Where on earth was she?? Right, then left, then right. Zigzagging was a technique to keep people from following you, but was that even what she wanted? Shouldn't she track down who did this to her and make them pay? She had woken up to find herself wounded and disoriented in a strange place, but had no recollection of what happened, or why. For goodness' sake, couldn't the strangers have sliced her open when she wasn't wearing her best hoodie? It was black, two sizes too big, now with a dark red stain and a jagged rip. She wore black hiking pants, and black leather boots. She slid her gloved right hand into one of her pant's side pockets, fingers materializing around the large steel knife. She was going to make sure that the person who did this to her would never be able to do this to anyone ever again. The Fox halted, turned around to the place from which she had come, or so she hoped, ready to dole out some payback. She stumbled forward. She tripped, and yelped as she collapsed on the ground. Gritting her teeth, the Fox shoved her fist into her side, causing an exasperated squeal to escape from her lips. She pushed herself up, reinvigorated and focused from the pain, her teach clenched shut. She took one step, and almost fell again. It appeared that she had twisted her ankle. Ack, did it have to happen now, of all times? She limped along, blood trailing behind. Her red hair was in a messy bun, and her defiant blue eyes were topped by long black lashes. The Fox was sure she felt dirt smudged on her face, but she could never be quite sure. She saw a group of people walking and chatting, a few of them appeared worried. So they were the ones who did this to her! How dare they offend the Fox this way? The bigger question though, was how did they do this to her. She had never been discovered before, and very few had ever even seen her. She straightened, and threw the knife at one of the random peoples. Unfortunately, it seemed that the Fox was not at full strength, and the knife's lack of speed caused it to go way off course. So she would have to fight up close. She was okay with that. She grabbed another knife, and went half racing half stumbling and limping into the group as fast as she could, knife out, screaming like a mad woman, "How did you find me, and how DARE you do this to the Fox?"

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Once upon a time, there was a little boy who delivered papers. Every day on his newspaper route, he passed an old creepy house. All the windows were broken, but the door was firm, large, and looming. Every day he passed the house on his bike and wondered, what lives in there... Day after day, delivering the papers, the boy's curiosity grew and grew, until one day, it was too much to handle. He was riding by like normal, when he stopped his bike and left in on the sidewalk. He walked up to the door, and pushed it open. It had little resistance, but as it slowly swung it open, it opened with a creeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkk. The boy crept in side, too terrified to make a noise, yet he wouldn't have heard it if he had, because his heart was pounding so hard. He anxiously glanced around the room, and deciding that it wasn't too scary after all, straightened his back, and smiled. This wasn't too bad. The boy walked to the basement door, and opened it. As it slowly swung open, it made a creeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkk. He could see some sort of light coming from the bottom of the stairs... Curious. He got to the bottom of the stairs and looked up. There was a single light bulb hanging from a string on the ceiling, but that wasn't really something all that noticeable, when the boy's eyes fell on what it was illuminating. There was a huge cage with bars as thick as small trees. Inside the cage was a giant, purple, fluffly, gorilla. Leaning against the front of the cage was a sign that said, "DO NOT PET" The thing about this gorilla, was that it was really really fluffy. Like, really fluffy. You know what the boy's immediate thought was. I NEED TO PET IT! The boy needed to feel the cool soft looking purple fur between his fingers, or he would never forgive himself. His heart was racing, but he slowly reached out to touch the gorilla. Oh, it was wonderful. The fur was soft as silk, but it only lasted a moment, for the gorilla immediately tensed and began banging on the cage. It had gone out of completely crazy, banging all around the cage. The boy stood in shock for a moment, and then took off as fast as his feet could carry him. As he reached the top of the basement stairs, he heard the cage being torn apart from below, and the thumping of arms and feet of the gorilla chasing him. He burst out the front door and ran for his bike. As he mounted, he heard the gorilla tearing apart the door. He looked back, and his eyes met the gorilla's. The boy had one thought, I am so dead. He started pedaling as fast as he could, getting as far away from the gorilla as possible, but it was chasing him! He petalled and petalled and petalled until he entered a forest, and was on a trail. He kept going and going and going, hearing the gorilla thumping behind him. Until his tire burst, and threw him off into a tree. Without glancing backward, the boy jumped up and started running as fast as his tired legs could. He ran and he ran and he ran and he ran, until he just couldn't run any more. He collapsed with exhaustion. He tried to crawl through the leaves and muck, but knew he wasn't fast enough to get away from the gorilla. It was going to get him. Finally, he heard the gorillas feet come to a slow as it got to him. The boy was sure it was all over when the gorilla reached out with one of it's giant furry hands, to kill him, no doubt. But no, the gorilla reached out and poked the boy, saying, "tag, you're it."

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There was once a lady who was going to fly on an airplane that didn't allow dogs, but she just couldn't let herself part with her little Chihuahua, so she put it into her carryon, and brought it onto the plane. Midflight, she brought out her dog so that it could breathe. She didn't want to accidentally suffocate it or anything, but the man on the row across from her was smoking, and the smoke was making her dog choke. So she asked, "Please sir, could you stop smoking? You're making my dog choke." But the man just started smoking even harder, making the dog choke even more. So the lady asked again, "I'm so sorry sir, but could you please stop smoking? My dog is having trouble breathing!" But the man just smoked harder. So she asked a third time, "Please, my dog may not be able to live with all that smoke in it's lungs, stop smoking!" But the man just smoked harder. The lady was getting frantic, for her dog could not breathe. She was afraid it might die, so she flung open the door of the airplane, and said to her little dog, "Hold on to the airplane wings, I'll see you at home!", and she threw the dog out of the airplane. The smoking man stood up, and threw his cigar out after the dog. The woman looked out to see if her dog had made it, and sure enough, there was her little dog holding onto the wings of the plane with its paws. She looked closer and saw something in its mouth. What was it?

Wasing the knowing the mint wasing of the past, but wasing the thinking the translating the gooding: "I don't know what to say. I wish they would say something, but I don't see anything. I want to welcome Lord_Silberfan, who is random, and RadiantDramaQueen, who wants to talk like her boyfriend." Wasing the thinking the brighting of Channelknight Fadran. Wasing the wondering of how. Wasing the catching of words on the -ings, and wasing the thinking of writing on the extra. Also, wasing the thinking of saying the say of having a rhythm of smalling. Wasing the wishing of nips saying the say. If it's ok with everyone, I'm going to go ahead and scream some more gibberish: Wasing the wishing of having the have. Wasing the learning on the extra, causing the killing of brighting of mine. Nips of the school notting of thinking of brighting of mine, rather, nips wasing the thinking of randoming and abstracting of mine. Wasing the wishing of speaking from nips on the day of nowing the now. Wasing the wishing of screaming of notting of words of getting without. Nips notting the understanding of speaking of mine saying the say while learning, causing the feeling of notting the gooding. Wasing the notting of stopping the thinking and saying the say while learning. Wasing the trying of stopping, wasing the failing. (this could actually be a figure of speech): Brighting of wishing of wasing of nearing of notting the now. Edit: Ok, because nobody said anything, I guess I'll just put my thoughts of today in this post so that I do not double post: Wasing the bringing of sodas. It could mean: 'I brought sodas' or 'I am bringing sodas'. In this case, the meaning could be assumed by the context, but this is not always the case. Since tenses aren't really a thing, I came up with a word to possibly add to our dictionary that would specify the sentence of being past tense, to be used only when necessary. The word is olding. Wasing the needing of eating on the olding, but wasing the needing of drinking on the nowing. Meaning, I needed to eat before, but now I need to drink. The word 'olding' could get in the way of the adjective 'olding'. Wasing the olding, as in, I am old. Which is why I think we should add another word in the place of olding, being elding, which means old. Wasing the elding, as in, I am old. The reason I didn't just add it to the doc, is because this word has a bit more of a gamechanger when it comes to saying the say.

Granted. You become so caffeine sensitive that it keeps you up for days. I wish to be fluent in high imperial.

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck norris?

Wasing the wishing of having of vocabulary more. Wasing the wondering of asking of questions. How do we say: you, more, and, happy, because, and when. And how do we ask questions? Just by beginning a statement with "Wasing the wondering of", like: "Wasing the wondering of happening of when," as a translation for "when is it happening?" Wasing the happier upon finding of academy. Overflowing of brightness on the Fadran. Wasing the hoping of nearing the having of speaking on the fluent. Wasing the notting of speaking on the fluent.