//------------------------------// // I Want My Hat Back. // Story: Screwed Up // by A friendly face //------------------------------// Even after all that I'm having trouble getting started. I'm tired, on the very edge of sanity, and I can't find my hats. Before you ask, I actually am referring to two hats. One is a black fedora, and it looks positively sexy, and the other is a beanie with the little helicoptery thingy sticking out of the top. The former belongs to me, and the latter belongs to my cerebral bunk-mate. I'm going to guess that I left them at ho- >grglrlglrg<. I am apparently hungry. Good thing I made it halfway to town. I'll stop in and get some food. Too bad I'm broke. I would've grabbed some cash, and probably some clothes, if it hadn't been for my overactive imagination getting paired with Dissy's reality bending daughter. I actually imagined that whole ordeal, and as a result, it became real. All because of Discord. Don't be so hard on him. He's a lot of fun when you get to know him. "Yeah, and I bet he's great at parties." Are you psychic?" "No, just really good at guessing." How good? "You know the scientific method, right?..." I think... is that the one where the two unicorn ponies who meet in a lab fall in love? "...Never mind." Okay. By the way, did you ever stop to look where you were going? With that, I stopped dead in my tracks, only to come face to face with a telephone pole. If that isn't a close call, then I don't know what is. We continued down the road as we proceeded to have the most boring conversation ever. 1 HOUR LATER... "...and that's why I will never go hiking with my friends again." Wow, how did you get away from those geese? "Three twigs and a bottle of diet coke." Even I'm pretty sure that doesn't make sense. Then again, I wasn't there. Then again again, if what d- HERE IT IS. "Quit rooting around in my skull, I keep my thoughts very private!" Wow, you really DID fend them off with nothing but a few twigs and a bottle, but it was Peepsi- "Pepsi, and I think you might be right...go on." - and you had like, twenty sticks "Oh, well then. Say, can you find something in there? A TV tropes password?" Nope, nothing there, just something called Invader Zim... "MUAHAHAHAHAHA...sorry, that show is so cool. It revolutionized cartoons." 5 minutes later... ...This...Is...SO...AWESOME! -zap- "Thought you might like it." -zap-crackley-zap Especially the little robot guy who likes waffles! >ZAPPITTY ZAP< "You mean GIR?" >CRACKLEY ZAP ZAP< YEAH! >ZAPPITY CRACKLE ZAP CRACKLE< >>BOOM<< That was the transformer on one of the telephone poles. It just exploded, and while I hate to admit it, it was pretty cool. But that begs the question... WHY DID IT EXPLODE IN THE FIRST PLACE? Oops "It's okay, just please, please be more careful, and try not to break anymore laws of physics 'till we find Hank." Who? "Hank is a buddy of mine. He'll take us in so long as we don't wreck his house or eat all his chips." Is he one of the people who got turned into a pony? "Well, it's possible, in fact, I didn't hear from him yesterday, so maybe he is. We'll have to wait and see." We walked for about 20 more minutes until we got to his house. After a failed attempt (likely on my part) to reach the doorbell, we decided just to try and knock. >KNOCK KNOCK<... The door slowly and ominously creaked open, and the first thing I heard from inside, in an accent so recognizable it hurt, I heard: "Oh, it's you, come in dahling, we have much to discuss." Aw, come on!