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[elder_cthulhu]

IF YOU READ THIS, LEAVE A COMMENT, PEONS.

Under commission from one of the other typist-things, my own idiot typist-thing had to write a story. Due to . . . circumstances beyond her control, I took over the project.

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[fish_bananas]

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......CTHULHU. No matter what you say, I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU WITH THE BURNING LOVE OF A THOUSAND LOVING PLANETS. Except I love your typist more. BUT I LOVE YOU.

HEDWIG CHRIST.

[elder_cthulhu]

Oh, I don't CARE if you love me. But I despise you, so all's well.

. . . why? The typist-thing is a stupid, stupid moron who shouldn't be allowed out. I'm far, far better than she is or ever will be. *over-confident much?*

WASN'T MY STORY A WORK OF ART?

[fish_bananas]

You have cuter ribbons, perhaps, but I think that's about it. And don't deny the existence of the ribbons, because I saw them before you swiftly pulled them out and hid them behind your back, you CUTESY ELDER GOD YOU. ^____________^

IT WAS. IT WAS AND YOU'RE AWESOME. XD

[elder_cthulhu]

Ribbons? I'm not wearing ANY RIBBONS, foolish mortal. There are NO ribbons here. I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. * surreptitiously kicks them away*

*preens* I KNOW IT WAS. IT WAS THE MOST INSPIRED PIECE OF WRITING TO EVER GRACE THIS PUNY EXCUSE OF A WEBSITE. AND DAMN RIGHT I'M AWESOME.

[pink_shadow]

*Petpets Hello Kitty and hopes she has better fortunes with the Big Fearsome God-Thing in the future.*