I had a vision today.
I was in underwater combat training school, preparing to go to war against the
turtes and alligators. It was my first day, and I had just been given my very
first combat spatula.
Now for spatula training, what they had us do was stand in front of a toaster,
chest-deep in lukewarm sludge, and whack the Eggos when they popped up. Easy,
right?
Well, the first few people got it perfect, so then it was my turn. The golden,
crisp Eggo floated through the air, but I couldn't bring myself to whack it.
Instead, I grabbed the Eggo and whacked the toaster into the sludge, all the
while running as fast as I could to get out of the sludge before the toaster
fell in.
I got out. There was quite an impressive fire. I just sat next to my minivan,
munching my Eggo, and watching the sky turn red. Soon the angry people who were
chasing me showed up, but i told them to look back, and they saw the sky, and
they sat down. So i gave them each a bit of my Eggo (but not too much). We then packed our lunches, piled into the van, and departed for Fairy Land.
Tomorrow, I'm going to defect to the Turtles' side.