Ranryu

The bombs blew open the secret gates in the tunnels under the clinic. The Yuppers, Ranryu's family, was free at long last.

Yeah. I liked it, but there just wasn't enough content to satisfy me. It felt like the end of a book, not the whole book itself.

Ranryu's lighter flicked on. A thread of flame snaked up the rope leading to a bundle of explosives. "For freedom."

Ranryu was fluent in Yupper, so she knew that that particular yup meant, "Lay low and wait for the signal." She melted into the shadows, emerald eyes narrowed in cynical excitement.

Breathtaking! Thank you.

Ranryu smiled at the chaos and confusion. She gripped a magic radio in her hand. "This is Agent S. Everything is going according to plan."

Ranryu took to her cloud form and followed the chickens warily. Was this a good sign, or were the chickens plotting something?

The chicken catapult was finished. Ranryu lashed the contraption to the roof and played sniper for a while, grabbing dead chickens and launching them, the near light-speed impact creating even more dead chickens. Hurry up guys. I'm getting bored here, and I don't know how long I can hold this position, she thought.

Huh. Maybe my sisters are just different. They never did that.

It's all good. Does anyone else have little brothers who go through phases where they obsess over one specific thing, and THEY WON'T STOP TALKING ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME?

Try and keep it PG, guys. I know there are some younger kids on this thread.

No property damage. Ranryu almost despaired, but she realized one very important fact. Chickens aren't property. "Be a nuisance." Be a nuisance! Murder is a nuisance.

The drabbit is 2 tons. They're both possessed by the communist hat god in a fight to the death.

Ranryu raised her lighter in excitement. "Ooh! Me! Me! I want to behead Lark and then defenestrate his guts!" Her eyes gleamed with childlike amusement.

Without the key.

Owl City music started playing in the background.

The sky was still caved in, but that didn't hurt anybody, it just looked cool.

Also, the universe realized that it really, really liked torturing the Cellist.

I'm getting ninjad so bad "Karma." the entire planet hissed.

Very, very wrong. The sky caved in.

Noot was irrationally angry about something that had happened to a different avatar in a different dimension. He wasn't sure what. The shiny thing was only mildly distracting, however.

Noot was still not a rat, so the broom did not affect him. He went to bite the Cellist on the toe and eat all his infused spheres.

Who would win? Frodo on a drabbit with the master sword, or a giant potato bug that likes cherry limeade who can talk?

Noot was not a rat, but the spell worked on him nevertheless.

It was a pineapple restaurant.