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| "AHH!" "What was that?" asked Rob, accidently spitting out pieces of chewed toast. Pookie looked at his shoes. Suddenly, Adam came running into the room, almost tripping over his red and moose head patterned pajama pants. "Whoa, what's wrong with you?" asked Kyle, who was in the middle of shaving his head again. "I, uh," Adam said as he gasped for air. "Paul...he's...someone must have spiked his milk he used in his Fruity Pebbles!" "Why would you say that?" asked Rob. Pookie turned his attention to the wall. "He started talking about how matchbox twenty used to be HIS band, and how you stole it away from him! That, plus he said he was going to use my babyheads as drums until they were beaten and destroyed!" Adam stifled a cry. "Okay, okay, where is he?" said Rob. "AHH! DAMMIT!" Adam screamed in terror. "What the...," shouted Rob. "I cut my head!" yelled Kyle. "This fuckin' razor is crap!" He ran off holding a tissue to his head. "Geez, what next?" muttered Rob. Suddenly, Paul stumbled into the room and collapsed. He quickly got up, however, and moved towards Rob. "You ass! This was my band! I could have been famous! NOOO!" Paul screamed, and ran back out. Rob sighed and sat down next to Pookie, who was now watching TV. "Heh, look, it's David Hasselhoff!" Pookie said, pointing to the screen. "Remember? In Australia we..." Rob tuned Pookie out. "...and his head burned off!" Pookie said, laughing uncontrollably. Rob turned to face him again. "Oh yeah!" Pookie exclaimed. "And this one time, in Canada..." Rob jumped out of his seat and ran in the other direction. He needed to get away from these crazy people. He looked around wildly for something to distract him. He spotted a laptop. "Ah, I should visit the GD! They're normal, aren't they?" He had time to kill, so he decided to look at a few posts. He scrolled down the page, getting more and more nervous as he went. "Kyle Appreciation Thread? A Robbie Yell? What the fuck is that? Oh God...," Rob spotted a particularly disturbing post. "Devient sex with Rob. Holy..." Rob started hyperventilating, and ran from the computer. "Is this whole world insane?!" he yelled to the ceilng. Singing always calms his down, so he decided to do that. "And I was wondering, could I just be you tonight?" he sang. "AHHHHHHH!" Paul screamed. He lunged at Rob. "That's my fucking song!" Suddenly, Paul realized what he was doing and got up. "Oh, sorry dude," he said to Rob. Rob slowly got up and nodded his head. "What is up with you today, anyways?" asked Rob. "Oh," Paul said shyly. "Pookie stole my 'Paul Is God' sign." He punched his fist into his hand and looked crazily at the floor. "Where's the punching wall?!" |