Neverending Story [Game]

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IceSUV was on a hash rampage. He wasn't aware of his actions and he just started laughing and throwing muffins at him. These had all kinds of fermentated fungus in them so they were quite powerful. "HAHAHAHave a brittle and then another xochinácatl. Oh! Oh! and Oh! You will have to kill me and then you will have your muffinshop" It took a couple of hours to pin down Icelord because he ran and ran like a crazy taxi. Now what? He had sold infested muffins to the whole town and the both invisible walked by the town infested of redeyed youngsters. "The sun wasn't there a minute ago. Is this the consequence of the cause? Or the cause of the consequence? We need answers here. Overthrow plants, overthrow them. Plants are sad because we don't take heed. Change your perception of plants, they vibrate and they give us the death of the angel. Take heed of yourself! Remember the skin of the plant. Then overthrow it all"

"Now we've had enough muffins" said the girl "Do you think it is adequate to return home?" and the poet answered, with a muffin in his hands "Ha! Of course. I like seattle but I like the snow even more. Has it melted all yet? huh

It is time to drink more coffee
It is time to
It is time to"

"I think so, sorry!" answered the girl "But I have an ice container for you there, you'll like it I'm sure!... Artificial snow, nom" And they grabbed the next plane towards the long and distant citee... Surprise! What awaited for them there was a lonely ghost town. No one in the streets and no cars. What had happened, they both asked. They wandered in the lonely streets for hours looking for signs of life but nothing but the trees moved in a steady wind-rhythm. They sat in the middle of a huge street and sighed. "Huh, we are still invisible? So if any alien came home they would say this is just another inhabited planet. Something to waste. What a shame!" But no, something came running from the distance. It was Hubble and he was agitated. "Children! Please say something. I am here. HERE!" And they both started to whistle a jolly song in unison for Hubble to listen to them from afar. "Ha! There you are... You see! There was a chemical disaster here. I was working on a bumb and it was supposed to make the whole target-place invisible. Now look what happened! It worked and now there's no one around. They are invisible and the last time I walked next to a park, there were people fucking invisibly in some bushes. Outrageous!...." They were all worried because this non-light-reflective state gave everyone a tiny bit too much freedom and everything was about to crumble down. "Can we get this all undone?" Asked the girl "We can help!" But Hubble laughed "Ha! no no.. not a chance.. my lablab is destroyed and and...

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I was never with you in Seattle. You saw wrong. It was Nea. ha ha. What did you do with him? Was he invisible?
I come back here later, now I must rush. As usual. Mondays!

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Weren't you? Yesterday wasn't a good day to read, all those yesterdays. Sundaes!

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Jaja. Bloody Sunday!

"CIA are coming here for coffee tomorrow and I will not let you Poet make it. I have heard the most appalling rumours, that I deny to believe, but better safe than drinking Salvadorian coffee".
"So what are we doing now? You must have some brilliant idea, Papa"!
"Yes, I have and it is the timefactor, the dimension of time, energy and movement. I have thought out that if we adjust the clocks back one day we will be where we was then. So let us go to the big church and try that".
And they went to the church and adjust the clock they did. There was a strange sort of silent Bumbkabumb and the city slowly started to move as if it never had stopped. People did what they did before the big invisibleexplosion and they were all visible. Even Freckle and the Poet.
"Hi there dear", said Freckle,"Where is Nea?"
"Hehe, I thought you were him or he was you. It is Sunday you know and I am always confused on Sundays. I think he is under your bed. Again"!
"So, let us go home, to your place",said Öhubble, "I would like to take some bloodsamples on him. I will be like a vampire and I hope he likes syringes".
Nea was making nomnomnoms and he did not like syringes. At all!
"I will use your blood to make an extract that CIA can use when they hunt al Qaida. But what is this for blood you have son? It is blue! You must be royal! How come? Did you know"?
Nea shook his head." No, but my mother told me, that she once was in love with a German prince Waldemar of Hessen".
"What, what, Waldemar is one of my cousins. Gosh son, we are relatives. Wait, Now I must take a bloossample from me too".
He did and out of his artery spouted the bluest of bloods.
"We are both, some sort of princes",said Öhubble and hugged Nea. "Maybe I can be invisible too".
He creeped under Freckles bed and started to breathe loudly. And Bumbkabum. Öhubble disappeared. They could hear him laugh.
"Then I can use my own blood and there will be no more syringes for you, Nea".
"Thank God for that", said Nea and...

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he got his long sleeves down to prevent any syringe accident. Now Hubble took a sample of his own blood and with it he made a strong blueblood bomb that was sure to annihilate any terrorist in the middle west to oblivion. The CIA took the bomb and finally left Hubble alone with all his chemicschemically. "Now we all can live happy and eat the noms NEA makes for us!" said Hubble "Hurry! To the undersheets.." And everyone got under the bed for no reason at all. The poet didn't understand this weird breathing costume or habit and instead he went to the kitchen and started making mango-flavored coffee with salt. The sweet heavenly scent woke up all the green lizard in a 5km radius and now they were all inside NEA's kitchen waiting for some mangocoffee. In fact, they were so many, they also went to every room of the house wagging and whipping and looking everything with their strong eyes. Some got below the heavybreath-bed and everyone got out in a hurry.

"What is this shit?" Said NEA "Lizards and blue blood don't mix. In fact, they dissolve each other in the presence of a rightly proportioned catalytic solution. You seem catalytic, Salvadorean.. You you!... were you sent by the French?? I knew you wanted to kill me... FUU" And he started to panic and getting more and more longsleeves to cover his arms. But... the lizards started to caress him tenderly and they showed him they all wanted to be friends. They even tried to hug his feet. "Now now NEA.." Said the poet "We are all the sons of nature! I wouldn't ever want to harm you. Instead, I was making delicious coffee and I forgot how much tropicanimals love my coffee so much they make parties inside my home. Ha! what you all need now is some coffee... after all that breathing. Yes!" And he served coffee in papercups for everyone. The girl was quick to reply "NO NO! IT IS A TRAP... I know it! Just look. Where did he got MANGOS in seattle? I say there's a lot of other things that could be used with the same color and with the same flavoring properties. Bodyfluids HUH!" But Hubble was quick to answer "He always has fruit in his pockets, like every good man should... I have tried it and it tastes beautifully. I suggest you join our party, dear daughter! Look look! The lizards are dancing" And they were. It was a ritual and the made circles in the soil with their tails and they made nuts and then they unraveled them with the most beautiful of rhythms.

The little party was about the end when the poet and NEA got out to breath some of the fresh cold air. They were laughing when a little mango sneaked away from the poet's chest pocket. "No no!" He said "I need that!" And he went chasing the little spheric sneaky fellow downhill. It was a steep and he slided down the hill for about 20 meters until he went into a road. He wasn't raised right so he didn't know he had to look to both sides before entering a highly transited street. He entered the road with all his attention focused on the mango. From the distance a little car started bipping and bipping until the bipping became close and close. The poet had the chance to startle but it was too late. The little white car hitted him after bipping some more. Everyone got out of the house. "He slided too fast!" Said NEA "I wish I had had a camera. It was funny yet somehow sad." The poet woke up with a big headache and he said "Huh... where am I?... Who is this? Who is everyone?... Wasn't I on my farm just some minutes ago?? Help!..." And

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It seems that we are alone on this Stratoplanet!

Freckle heard him."Oh dear, oh dear, the poet is more confused than ever. I must help him! Someone call an ambulance. But, but I don't know where we are. Neas Kitchen? I thought we were in MY house in Helsinki! But whereever. Let me talk to him"!
But the poet didn't recognize her. "Who are you? You have two childish plaits and you are summerfreckled. Is it summer now? Where are we? In Washington? And where is the mango"?
"The mango? You ate it dear! You like pubertymangos"!
"Yes, and you did Mango-jam to my nomnoms", said Nea. "It was yum-mango-nom"...
"But the mango ran away and I chased him", The poet looked more confused than ever.
"He is a bit delirious. He has hurt his head. But here comes the ambulance at last. I am going with him."
And they tuttuttutued away and the girl hold his hand, but he looked at here as if he never had seen her before. "You know me and I don't know you. It is not fair", he complained.
"So, so, you will soon be okay again", she comforted him and took him to X-ray.
But what damage did they see? None! He wasn't hurt at all. But they discovered a very large poetry-lob.
"This guy is a poet", said the ex-rayer. "I have never seen such a poetry-lob in all my X-raylife. It has taken over his brain and he can soon formulate neverbeforeheard imaginative experiences of high quality. Has he hunted mangos"?
"Yes he says so, but I know that he just ate them", said the girl and wrinkled her forehead, "What can we do to help him"?
"Take him home and love him. He needs love and understanding. He will soon astonish you with his poems, I am sure of that".
The poet looked at them and smiled.

"Yes I am a green bird,

Or an even greener lizard, that will fly,

From my Sun-window,

Don't be afraid,

The sun will only hug you...

"Yes to death, through the thin ozone-layer", said the girl. "Do you recognize me now"?
"Haha! I have known you all the time. I only wanted to worry you. It was a joke. I love when someone is worried over me, and you get a little wrinkle in your forehead, when you are worried. And I happen to like that".
"Huh, you...

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just... shouldn't do that. But I will forgive you. Only this time! HUH. You're in your childish face and I will not let you run around all unprotected. Someone could beat you.. but, wrinkles! You shouldn't tell the doctors, they could get angry if they know you lied, haha... You'll be seeing your beloved wrinkle more often these days..." And she made sure the poet wasn't delirious by describing everything she could in great detail in front of the doctors. She made a big tale about the world and the properties and laws that ruled over the big spherical entity. From the tiniest cell, to the biggest roaring volcano; tiniest peasant, greatest king. Funny thing! She never mentioned dogs, just cattle and felines.. And. While reconstructing reality, the doctors said he could be released since he was ok and didn't have nothing wrong but a small concussion on his left knee that could be treated at home. They both left the Seattle hospital holding hands, a standard medical procedure for amnesia, as the girl told him. "Ha! amazing" Laughed the knee-poet "You should be a story teller! I bet you could sell a lot of books if you decided to write one. I would be the first one in line, to get it signed from you. Yes. I have this green idea for the cover, yes, we use cardboard and insect's wings and..." Then they walked around the scruffy streets of washington towards the airport.

But what was that on the floor? Wasn't it a poster that read "KOSMO" In big words? Yes! And it said a lot more. Apparently, Kosmo's bulgarian music group was on town and they had performed sacred gyspy chants in the cityhalls just some hours ago. Kosmo had learned the balalaika and the tongue-flute and he was now admired worldwide. "Kosmo!" Exclaimed the girl with a pretty frown "THAT kosmo... he owes me something. We can pay a visit to him while we wait for the flight." And fortunately Kosmo's house was just a couple of minutes away. He had bought an expensive house in Washington with all the extra money the gypsies gave to him for his beautiful artistic skills. They arrived to Kosmo's palace after some streets and the freckled knocked on the door enthusiastically for five minutes.. no one answered "Looks like he isn't home" she said "What a shame..." But the poet wasn't convinced at all "No no.. he must be here. I can sense it." And he kicked the door a couple of times to make a big noise that could be heard from the top of seattle's needle. From the inside someone screamed a bit afraid and uneasy "YESYES! I heard you. Leave me alone, everyone of you suck and should die. I am rehearsing for my next concert and I need peace. Just PEACE" And the girl remained reflexive while the poet had a ponder "The flight is in two hours and you need your bucket..." he said "I think there's only one logical option left to choose from, We'll have to burn his house." And the girl smiled "Hrmm! haha! PRECISELY my thoughts! Are you a mind reader too?.. let's better hurry" And they got all the kerosene ready. They hoppily spreaded it through the perimeter and they lighted it with a hand-match. They watched how the happy flames danced a beautiful song while they held hands across the street, because the poet still had a little amnesia, as he told the girl.

In some minutes, Kosmo crushed a window to get out of the burning house. He was alive and unharmed. He also had in his hands the Freckle's blue bucket and his beloved balalaika. "God! IT is 2000 degrees inside. Do you thought I was a chicken you needed to roast? Maybe apple pie? I still don't understand your mind-processes... Shit" And the girl was very happy and hugged the bucket. She said...

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Jaja!

"At last, at last! And don't try to hide my red spade in your trousers! Give it to me, pronto! You are a cosmological bucketborrowscoundrel, but I can admit, that it was a little drastic to burn down your house here in Washington DC, to get my bucket back. Sorry! Jaja! It sucks!"
"It is though a little strange", she continued, "that we one minute are at a hospital in Seattle and the next in Washington DC, when we in reality are in Helsinki all the time. Maybe our poet is a bit geographical disoriented and that his poetlob-that we now have pic-prove of-is working for high-pressure and soon will plopp out a great poem".
Kosmo was angry. He loved the blue bucket and the red spade and they represented all he always had longed for. He looked at the two laughinh childlike idiots, with contempt. They had made fun of his music-taste and his love for sound of music and ä's. And till that they had now burned down the palace he had bought for gipsy-money. They had once destroyed his northern gold-castle. Couldn't they leave him in peace, with his gipsybalalaika, somewhere on this earth.
"Vojne, vojne. She took my blue bucket and my red spade. I will never forgive that plaitgirl", he sighed loydly.
"Your bucket? Your spade? Aren't you rather preposterous now"? said the girl. "I got those things as a summergift and you stole them. But blue is, by the way, not your colour. A green bucket would be more you. But now when your palace is no more will you go with us to Kärsämäkä (4ä)?"
Kosmo took his balalaika-trumpet in one hand and the two unseparated smiling friends, in his other and they walked happily to the airport in Intercourse PA,
since the girl promised that he could borrow the blue bucket under superintendence of her.

But, but Bumb! What, what in Cosmos was that as...

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a bumble bee flew by and pinched everyone in the nose. Everyone looked like clowns and they just needed big shoes to be the main attraction on the Inter-airport. The bee went away and smirked like an evil person "Tee-hee!" It said, with a very high-pitched voice "Who is it? WHO's get to sting? Who's yellow and who has stripes? I am all that and many more! Dangerous creature, trying to get inside your nostrils with subtle buzzes. I am in your buses and, your asses and, all over the garbagebaskets. Oh yes. Look how I go away to my honeyful lonely place. Say hello and then bye! And I hope you all die!" The three stinged humans just looked at the little yellow dot in the distance making obscene figurines and signs on the air, like temporal sculptures, it looked bitter and sad and it seemed like a glass full of hatred and human-disgust. "Huh and ouch." Said the three "I hope no one is allergic since we just entered the plane and we will not see any doctors in a long trans-atlantic flight." But all the hopes were gone since the bee sneaked inside their plane. It remained silent as the plane took off but it soon started to blatantly terrorize the plane with terrorism.

Soon, everyone was getting stinged and turmoil unleashed while panic ensued. An american passanger said "This creature has sneaked into this plane and meddled with our faces. It is on the front seats and it demands something. It must be from Pakistan. A febrific Pakistanese bee indeed. And it is demanding we crash this plane in an important militar highimportance facility. This! This all may be later proven to be epizootic in all similar animals. So, after this plane crashes, we might aswell mercilessly extermine all the Apoideas so this doesn't happen again.. We all shall be reMembered..." Everyone was afraid and in tears because the speech was poetic and ground shaking. They agreed however and the pilot started to voluntarily plunge towards a government base. The bee made bzzz... maybe she was sad.

The only three non-americans in the plane protested. "NO! Stop this" said the poet "This isn't logical at all..." But! everyone on the plane was ready to die and they were praying and embracing their crosses with tears of joy and stood in silent contempt at the people that interrupted the natural ending of their lives. Kosmo had an idea when he saw parachutes in the cockpit. "We can steal those and then Jump!" he said "They will never notice but we have to hurry." They silently stole the professional parachutes and they used them to flee from a certain death. They opened the emergency door and a big gust of wind took everyone by surprise. "Now I remember!" Screamed the poet through the wind noise "I don't know how to use these. I have never been on a big feather that falls in roughly regular intervals. What do I do?!" Kosmo was also a professional parachuter so he said which strings to pull.

It was time! Girls first so the freckled exited the plane acrobatically in a fast swish at tremendous speed. Then the poet and finally Kosmo who was used to the slow crumbingdown-process. Everything was new and full of white noise.. A couple of quiet and face deforming minutes passed by. They were on space level when they left the plane so it was going to be around 15.3 minutes of free-falling since they hit the ground at hopefully a terminal speed of 56.3 m/s if they kept their arms out-stretched. Maybe 60 if they did anything funny like a stick position. They looked like eagles and after some minutes it was time to curve gracefully around some volcanoes and open the chutes. But holy masquerades! what happened when they pulled the strings? Nothing. Huh. They realized those were regular passenger backpacks and that they were going to inexorably die in exactly 3 minutes and 11 seconds. They all laughed at the situation and accepted death as a mischievous children that had played a big practical joke on them with big success. The poet was the only one who tried to scream some last words "Freckl Freckl! I.. I need to say something! yes! I.. I love.. I.." But but! they had miscalculated the falling time since the ground crash quickly towards them and all went black all of a sudden...

They all woke up inside a big cylindrical cereal-oatmeal-wheat-soybean container and...

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The poet started to sing!

We were leaving together,
And we thought it was farewell,
But to life we have come back,
To earth we just fell.

But we can blame no one,
Except a striped bumble-bee,
That took bites of our noses,
and that no one could see.

This was the final countdown,
The final falldown.

We were heading for Finland,
When a bad bumble-bee,
Decided to kill us and make our souls free,
But we found us a way out,
So we jumped and we fell,
The gravity took us, to a outmeal-corn-well,

The final falldown,
In the final countdown,

We fell like some hailrain,
The final haildown,

The final hailraindown...

"You are, not only a great poet, you are a singing, great poet", said the girl with shining, admiring eyes.
"Hrm, hrm, pffff, pfff", muttered Kosmo. This is not the time or the place, for singing no sound of music-songs. We must try to leave this cylindrical-cereal-outmeal-wheat-soybeans-container, since I am allergic to gluten".
He grabbed his gipsybalalaika and waded through all the c-o-w-sb's and the two handholding, stupidly happy sweethearts, followed him like obedient little vofvofs. They found a ladder and stepped up to the top. Down on the ground was an ASSembly of people and they had all red necks.
"Oh we are in the south", said the girl,"it looks like Texas. I know a rancher here and damn, I think we fell in his container. Jaja, there are StinkA's brats Timo and Tolkki, and there is her husband with red hair and flapping ears. Hallo there cowboys", she shouted.
The crowd was astonished."Huh, it is you! And what are you doing in Onkels container"? said StinkA's husband( Can for my life not remember his name. )
"We came to visit you all", said the girl.
They found the ladder down, and everybody hugged them. It was a miracle that they had landed just there, and Onkel was very surprised when they told him about the bumble-bee.
"Yes I have heard about those striped things. I thought they were Vasps, but I believe that they come in different shapes. It is said that they are robots and that aliens make them full of poison. You can be very lucky to be alive".
"Oh, just what I thought", said the girl,"there was something mechanical over that Vasp...It must be...
"Pekka!!!" they said in chorus.
"Pekka Fucking Nurmi, allergic to sushi, made that bee. He is after us again, that Satana Perkele. There will be a BumbKaBumb when I can lay my hands on that scoundrel", said the poet with flashing salvadoreyes. "Now I will...

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have to buy a very strong and permanent insecticide. Against my will because I love insects when they are not crawling all over my food or my mangos. But I think it is time we return to hellskinky because it is way too hot in here. We have to check twice for insects in the airport.." And they hugged everyone goodbye around the cosbs's container, stinkA's husband was greasy wide and handsome and left everyone with a tinge of rosemary scent in their clothes. On the way to the airport, the scent became overwhelming and the three couldn't take it anymore.. they puked inside the texan icetaxi at the same time and with the same intensity. But then A very angry indian cabdriver screamed at them and kicked them outside, leaving them on the outskirts of Intercourse where there was a small green store. They entered and they needed new clothes because they were about to vomit once more from the overwhelming texan scent... Fortunately, thee store sold $1 shirt/pants combos with cheeseburgers and a large beverage. But but... The store was enormous so they had to spend around 2 hours finding adequate $1 clothes that fitted them. They were like dolls on a big palace made of greasy fast food,.. they tried everything, hypnotized, smiling and overtly thoughtlessly.

They finally narrowed the contents of the whole store and they got precisely what they were looking for: Kosmo with a big squared long-sleeved gypsy yellow-red shirt and warm long black yellow-striped wool pants with black-brown winter boots he had on since Seattle; an expensive watch and a middle-finger ring that shined from the distance. The girl with a cowboy blue-black flannel shirt with a buttoned neck and big buttoned sleeves, a big wide beige Flat-brimmed and flat-topped straw hat with a decorative hat band on the outside, blue, that enhanced her freckles. Also with a "southener skirt", brown and white, usually worn by the liberal Amish people on summer days, that was knee-long and had polkadots in squares and a gratious blue ribbon that resulted in a beautiful mix of an irish kilt with an american touch. It had a red beautiful red hem with a beautiful pattern. And! Kneehigh tall and flat blue boots made of canvas, with laces, that were confortable and adequate for the hot weather. Finally, the poet. With a henley long sleeved and plain darkgreen shirt made of Broadcloth and silk, with no-button cuffs. Also rugged 50% polyester 50% cotton jeans that would withstand the bite of a lion, blue, with black construction-boots that had steel toes. He also got a similar hat to the freckl's to protect himself from the scorching sun but with less wideness and less straws... Kosmo liked the sun and didn't got hats at all. They all got manure-gloves also that were underrated in the fashion industry. Kosmo black, The girl black and the poet, dark brown. They paid the three dollars on the counter and they left for the airport with their new-found personas.

They hopped inside the plane and the trip proceeded normally. They were Finally in Finland and they visited Hubble first. He exclaimed as soon as he looked at his three long lost sons on the doorstep: "HUH.. What on EARTH...

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I had no idea, you sometimes work as a fashioneditor. Great! Can I ask you what I should wear this summer?


do you three represent. The Wizard of Oz? Freckle as Dorothy, and you poet must be the Scarecrow, in your strawhat. That makes you the cowardly Lion, Kosmo. Haha! But what is ihe meaning of this masquerade?"
"Non at all", said the girl, "It is the poets design after the latest mode in Intercourse PA. And he likes rainbows you know..."
"Jaja! I would now like to sing a song from Oz, if I may?"
"By all means. Hrmhrm! Sing on! Suck!" said Kosmo.

Sometimes there is a rainbow,
In my Ass,
Sometimes my colon,
Makes coloured rainbowmass.

Sometimes I wish upon a star,
And then it happens not so far,
Behind me,
The rainbowshit will fall like drops,
And just behind my rump it stops,
And there I find it.

Somewhere in my sky,
The greenbirds fly,
To rainbowland, oh why, oh why,
Oh why, can't I???

"You have a point there, son", said Öhubble. "And I have thought of that. Already Icaros liked to fly and I have made an Icarospill for you."
"Never in my life, I will take some of your pills, "said Kosmo, "I don't like hights and I have had enough of this crazy family, so I am going home. Hrmhrm, PFFF, PFFF... Icarospills?
But the two adventurers became very enthusiastic. "Oh yes", said the poet." I have always wanted to fly. It would be like a dream!"
"Me too", echoed the girl, "It would be like a dream for me too! But mustn't we have wings and stuff?"
"Yes and the pills take care of that. Are you ready?"
"Yes! Yes!" in chorus.
They swallowed the pills, holding hands, as they nowadays always do. But the hands disappeared! And instead they hold wings! Large wings! They flapped testingly! And gosh, they went up in the ceiling. But bomped down again and almost hurt their birdfeet, that looked very strange.
Flap, flap! Again! And Öhubble asked them to be more cautious.
"Stay in the garden untill you can control your wings, You look like two storks. Haha!"
"Qir,qir,twitt, twitt", they said, and flew some meters. Bump down again. And bump up...Down...Up...
But suddenly it worked and they flew straight up in the blue sky, whipped wings a goodbye to Öhubble, turned some somersaults and rolls, before the termic lifted them high, high..
The poet was overjoyed,
" Freckle, Freckle, this is...

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Priceless poem-song

Truly truly... something! mY VOCABULARY isn't flourishly enough for describing this kind of flights.. Too much. But Look look! I know what we can do. We have many possibilities. Let's shit over the head of this man! Better better yet! On his coffee. He looks so stubborn. Let's change that with..." But the girlbird interrupted the agitated poetbird-rant with a peck on his head. And It hurted... "No no NO!" she said "We must fly free. NOT shit on anyone else's head, no, we can do that later. We can even make competitions and see who can stain the biggest quantities of hairs with bird-rainboshit. But but! This is so beautiful. Let's first... Let's see how high we can get with our wings! Chirp!" And the poet laughed while they spiraled their way up to the heavens, like two phoenixe, with the strong feathered fins they used to swim in the air. Now they chased each other, 3500 meters over the land. They played and they chirped happily with the sky as their shitting-area and the sun as their watching vigilant parent, with a big scorching frown. The sun thought "What a shit. They will hurt themselves. And there was nothing there! Ha! No sounds, no people, just the blowing winds. And it was so beautiful, the two birds started to cry. They both wished there was a floating twig so far up so they could rest.. Their wings were tired from all that up and down flapping and they were about to pass out. Specially the graypoet, who had gray feathers.

"I know!" He said "Someone told me.. that up here, the clouds are so dense, little misantrophic animals make houses out of them. Like insects or flying flowers.. maybe cactuses and wolves. Those are the most misanthropes I can think of... They say it's not that hard.. no. They carve through the soft white/gray sponge and they make warm cozy cave-like buildings with free cable television and free high-speed internet.. since we are so close to the satellites. Let's rest! Look, a welcoming and apparently empty cloud. It is our chance haha..." And and they landed on a warm acid rain cloud that had a green color but was very welcoming on the inside, when they made a big compartment with their beaks. It turned out to be very confortable, with plenty of space and plenty warmth for such a high altitude. "Haha! I miss my straw hat... It had straws" Said the poet. And he fell asleep in half a second in one of the corners of the clouds, like a tired ragdoll near a big sofa.. But the other bird was not tired at all! She had a lot of energy to spend and she said to herself...

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Huh!

This is the most boring cloud I ever saw. Gray-gray-boring. And I am restless and moody. The poet is sleeping all he can, with a happy smile on his face and I am clear awake and impatient-bored as hell. Why? PMS? Do birds have PMS? Before they nest and lay eggs? Am I going to lay eggs soon? Here? 30000 m. up on a gray raincloud? Is that what my dinosaur-bird-brain plans to do? Heavens and Earths Lord!

She flapped with her wings. But they seemed to have lost their power. She flapped again. And they hang there like two wet cloths. She got panic and chirped, so loud, that the poet woke up.
"What is it", he asked, "why are you chirping so loudly?"
"I can't fly", cried the girl, "I can't get my wings up and my bird-biological clock is ticking about eggs"!
"What, what? Eggs? For breakfast?"
"No,no! Laying! Me laying"!
"But how do you think now?"
"I don't think! It is some hormonal bird-disturbance. We must go home! Now! But I can't fly anylonger. I will only nest here, like some green lizard and lay eggs. With you as a father!"
"Gosh!"
"Our only hope is, that this damn cloud will fall down as rain!"
It seemed as the cloud heard her and didn't like what she said. It blurred ominously and was suddenly many nuances grayer. And it mumbled like thunder.
"God I have irritated the gray-cloud and it has become a thunder-cloud. What will happen now?" said the girl.
The cloud mumbled even louder and it had grown very compact and almost darkblue. They could see two angry eyes in the middle and a big hungry mouth. It talked!
"What are you intruders doing in my stomach? Now my electrical system is building up and it is your fault. This will be a really bigbig violent thunderstorm and a shaky experience for you. Bumelibumelibumbumbumbom!
And he flashed with his nasty eyes and his mouth thunderclapped bumbumbom...
"Oh, my fucking eyes and my fucking ears,"cried the poet.
"Vojne, vojne, he is falling rapidly now. Can you see Helsinki there. The tower! He is going to hit the tower..."
Boom Kaboom Boom Kaboom. Flash, flash Bomelibombumelibombombombom. Flasaaaash. BOOOOM...

[adrian9]

as the tower fell and everybody blacked out, the people in helsinki started to worry about their sexuality.
since the tower represented a big big penis every finn thought they had one (if not in their pants at least in their city) .
now , as the tower is gone, all that is left is a big big cunt, i mean, hole.
and you know, that hole can just stay like that ,it needs to be filled.....with concrete of course.

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

New fellow-worker! Welcome!

"Halloj there, you must be new in town", said the girl to a guitarraplaying young man that helped the two birds, that now were human again after, the flash-
chock. Do yoy represent some concretecompany and do you think you can fill up the void, you in your frank way call a cunt. It would be great to have our phallus and fruitfull symbol back, in his earlier so impressive status."
"Jaja", said the guitarraplayer. "I am from Venezuela, by the way, and my name is Adrian the ninth.I am here since I missed Strato in our country, so much and would like to meet and greet them here. I think it was our Hugo that pulled the strings. He is a socialist, you know, and doesn't like metalmusic. Now I wonder if you could show me the way to Strato, please?"
"Sure, they live just around the corner. Are you maybe interested to be a bird?" said the poet.
"A bird? I don't really know. Isn't it dangerous?"
"Yea, it is, and I will not recommend it, but I had to ask you anyway! You risk to get eggs in your nest. Huh".
"Hahaha",said the girl." We made it home with a bang and now we are going to visit Kotti and the other Stratoguys".
But now the thunder was back and boomkaboom...

[adrian9]

-what the fuck!?!?!- Adrian exclamed
-yeah its been happening a lot these days - Said the girl - must be al gore and the global warming.

-lets go meet the strato guys first and then I will help you to restore the tower.
-ok then - said the girl

in the way to the Timo K house a hot blonde finn started to look at the girl a little too much, without further explanation they started to kiss in a very sexual way-

-oh my god - the blonde exclamed - im very horny and I dont know why
-I´ve never kissed a girl but I liked - said katy perry and the other girl.

-I have a hell of a boner -though adrian- I´ll never fix that tower is making girls my lesbian fantasies come true!

[AGAG]

I feel like a startled bird!

There are plenty numerous ways of fixing boners" said the poet, as an educator "Let's choose one and apply it to this particular situation.. I would recommend waterbottle fucking which is beautiful and practical for these unexpected and pleasant situations. In fact, I can guide you step by step so you become a master waterbottlefucker. Take the bottle and.. Look! they are still kissing so there's still something for you to drool over. I'll lend you my bottle but.. PLEASE clean it afterwards... with bleach and vitriolic" Adrian kind of stuttered but decidedly, he put his phallus (a medio) inside the bottle and he got stuck. Probably because an unattentive technique and an animalistic violent thrust "Ohh, ohh! Fuck this, what a motherfuckershit." He said "Get this thing out of me. I will NEVER trust you again." They pulled and pulled but to no avail. The penis had a complex and intricate phallusbend, of the second degree, creating a nut inside the bottle and it was blocking the phallus blood stream. The two started to panic "We need to make your medio a micro before it's too late! Otherwise you can... lose it!" said the poet "But but how?..." "Impossible" answered adrian "They are licking each other's faces like two cats and I won't miss this for the life of my mother... YOU do something! You had this idea." The poet was really confused but he had another idea "I know! I know! I can film all this and you can watch it later. As many times as you want. But meanwhile you need to fill the bottle with snow to stop the swelling and normalize the flowing. Oh, the flowing.."

Adrian accepted and abandoned the girl-spectacle. Later, the two girls remained as friends and the face-licking ceased. Adrian returned his throbbing blood to normal with no permanent damage other than bruises. What he didn't know is that the poet had a very shitty 90's cellphone with no videocamera and that he had used a white lie to save the waterbottle. When adrian found out about this, he screamed the following words:...

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

"My Micro, my micro, my fucking micro. He is now so small that I can hardly see him. Oh where are the rest?"
"Maybe it got stuck in the waterbottle", said the always so helpful poet. "Let us see!"
And yes there was more than half of Adrian9's micro and it looked as some octopusarms. It was parted in three small clumps.
"Oh, my dear micro, vojne vojne (the only Finnish word he had learnt, and it isn't even Finnish, haha) "What can I do", he cried and big tears fell on the pathetic microrest.
"Oh dear, oh dear, I have the same problem", said the poet. "I used a waterbottle too and my medio became a half micro-micro. I have too look for him every time I have to pee and that means trubble for my pee-coffee-sell."
The girl that had finished her sudden kissing comforted the two.
"We can talk to my father. I am sure he has some grow-male-attribute-pill".
"You think so? Oh God it would be very nice and I promise to never listen to Salvadorian poets again", said the halfmicroguy.
"Huh, I just wanted to help. But by all means. Let us go to Öhubble. He has pills for everything."
And yes Öhubble had pills for grow-male-attribute, but they had some side-effects and he warned them.
"You take this on your own risk", he said," those pills are principally made of sea-weed and you risk to only be attracted to mermaids and when those have-ja, you know-just a fishtail down there you will have problems."
"Oh dear, oh dear", in chorus. But...

[Hubble86]

Let me sing the tragic ballad about a guitarraplaying Venezuelan, that lost his sacred micro in Helsinki city...


I once had a normal dick(jaja so so),

But that was so long ago,

So long ago,

But he disappeared in a kick,

So where is he now? Where is he now?


I once could have normal fuck,

But that was so long ago,

So long ago,

Now I look more like an eunuck,

So what can I do, what can I do


I once took a growing pill,

But that was so long ago,

So long ago,

Now only with Mermaids I will,

So what can I do?

WHAT CAN I DO????

[AGAG]

After the beautiful song they sang in a singing choir, came an overwhelming peace. There goes all the worries, with a squeaky clean song. Fresh like lemons. But hubble had just finished his complex chemical reverie and a new pill had just been formed. The priapuspill. And every test reported the pill would be pants-dropping succesful. Specially the shrew tests that produced ultrafuck-shrew machines with barely any sense of logic. The pills were on their cookie jars and hubble handed two family-sized ones to the guitarrer and the poet, to fix their phallus problems. The poet said "I don't know" with a frown. A reflective poet frown that spoke of mental constipation. "I.. I have gotten to love my supermicromicro throughout all these years and I don't know if he would heartfully agree with this artificial stuffing, pulling, enlarging, bending molestation. HE might say yes at once because I am his friend, but on the inside... You know! You know, that I love your pills Mr Hubble.. I really do!. Hmmm. But I think I may have to pass this time.. maybe this guitar guy may need an extra pull?" And hubble was appalled after the poet's speech. "HUH!" he said "It is okay! I'm sure adrian, my beloved test-subjekt, would be more than willing to swallow the two jars at once. Even three!. I may have to produce more.. Well, let's begin with all this." And of course, sitting in a experimentation room, the guitarrrr swallowed pill after pill as if they were candies with alcohol in a skin-scorching desert. The swelling began instantly and everyone in the room watched how the medio grew more and more and more and more. As a forming cloud.

The cumbersome sex artifact grew so big it didn't fit inside the laboratory. It started to whip from side to side and roar. "What a success!" Said hubble, with a smile " But let's run! It may bite.. haha" Everyone ran outside the lab and heard as the angry penis roared and roared in a unintelligible penis language/dialekt. "Cuntcuntcunt!" It babbled and then barked. All the house trembled and some of the walls fell down from the tackles... And tackle after tackle, the house started to crumble. "Not again!" Said hubble "The next one... the next one I will build indestructible. The next! You will see. And this will never happen again." But there was suddenly silence and the house stopped dancing in it's foundation. "Haha! How fun!" Said the girl "Let's see what's on the inside. Exciting!" And they cautiously went inside to peek. They found a dead boa, bended, that had eaten its own tale. A neverending spiral. "Where is the head?" Everyone thought. But no one knew...

They buried the boa on the snow and they sang a song:

From the colors of the children
Rises the unfathomable meat spaghetti:
Mishmash of pasta, shapes and flavor.

All spoke about it, even Ågren and Ligeti.
And all the other song-cravors.

You go in the kitchen
And put your cooking hat
Then enters the fidget
And you want to hide below the mat...

Deceitful mispainted canyons.
I better make my own lingüini..
Who can I trust my food? Not even italians.
I Better prepare the zuccinis
For this bumpy road with no cooker or companian!


And finally Hubble said "Let us consume this experience as learning-bread, we must...

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

do something about the guitarramans micro-mini growing too fast, and now is an incredible, never before seen, macro-macro-Gigantus. But we have one problem more. The Gigantus works as a red bananabaloon and the screaming person, you can hear and see up there, in the blue sky, over Nokia, is our Gigantusman. He has his guitarra with him and I am sure he soon will start to play. He has a very big public now, since all Helsinki is out looking at the wonder. Hear, hear they are applauding him and now he playes a Stratocover. What a big homage to Finland."
"But his Gigantus takes to much room," said the poet, that was more than grateful over, that he hadn't used Öhubbles grow-male-attribute-pill." Is it still growing?"
"I am afraid so,"said Öhubble, "And he will fly even higher, maybe to the moon. Vojne, vojne!"
"Look now,"said Freckle There are two eagles and they attack him. They must think that the Gigantus is a bigbig sausage. One is sitting on the Gigantus now. Huh!"
"They are going to take him to their kids for sausage-breakfast", said the poet, that knew everything about birds. At least green ones!
"We must shoot him down,"said Öhubble. "The banana-Gigantus is mostly air and if we can hit it right, it will ooze out."
The poet was the shooter in the family and he hit the Gigantus, that slowely lost his air.
Boom Kabumb. Adrian9 with the guitarra in one hand and a wildly flapping eagle in the other, that worked like parachutes, slanted slowly down to the ground, close to the Öhubbles.
The public applauded. They thought it was some Tolkki-stunt since he had played Black Diamond up there. The Gigantus had shrank to an almost normal medio and Adrian9 was more than grateful.
"I have never played for such a big and enthusiastic audience before," he said.
"And, never with a so gigantic Gigantus," laughed the poet."I think I will test some of the grow-male-attribute-pills now. They seem to work after all...
But boomkabumb...What is that at the...

[AGAG]

local church's street. It is a man fiddling with a chromatic harmonica, all by himself, and he has two watches, one for each arm. His clothes are dishevelled and his breathing is strong through the many doors of the little hand-harmonica. After a soft solo, he raised his head and started a speech with a homeless smile "Everyone worries! Ha! Everyone Worries about the penis. Nothing do they know... Everything you've seen, whatever you've stared at, whatever you've longed for, whatever thing you've seen bumping a pair of velvet/leather pants in the distance... Nothing can be compared to my penis.. it is inmense and according to your semi-vulgar classifications, it would rank a 3xMacromacro.." Here the crowd made a loud sigh in awe "Ha! we will make a competition, no, we will make one thousand competitions and you'll never win. Hahahaahaaaaa! ha, bring it on adrian! Or should I say.. bring it OUT?" And after the hysterical clapping, everyone agreed to make a phalluscontest. A competition was starting to develope and they said everyone in Finland would take part of it. Mandatory because of state laws and advertised on every newspaper.

The time arrived after 2 hours, when the whole country had gathered to prove themselves. They were all in a line in front of a penismeasuring-specialized jury, the whole country was there and everyone were all excited. A crowd cheered from the distance and the harmonica guy was in the midle of the line. But right before the national contest started, the poet said all of a sudden to the harmonicaman and to the jury "Ahem! I have, something to say!.. Really, I do not understand what the harmonica has to do with all this. I really liked the solos, really beautiful! If I ever saw you on one street as a homeless harmonica-guy, I would be willing to strand by and give you a trustworthy audience member.. but then! you started talking about penises and I became confused.. Icouldn't really understand what the music was all about after that. Practical-joke music?? I don't know! Bah.... Concerning to this shitcontest, I am not even considered a finnish citizen and thanks to this lovely fact, I will leave right now before I drown in this ocean of snowy pulsating cocks... Blä!.... uprushes" And he left the line and walked through the lonely helsinki streets by himself.

Everyone single person in Finland was at the contest so he went inside to all the restaurants of the town and stole every single bit of chicken, mangos and watermelons he could find. Leaving everything empty and squeaky clean. He used a stolen truck to transport all the food into a cottage in the forest where he made a big campfire and fried all the 2000 pounds of mangomelon-sauced chicken at once with a bit of pepper and celery. He sang and sang while he ate his illegal finnish loot through all the long night. The fire was so big it reflected on the moon and the moon dressed in a red/yellow dress for one night. Like a smiling pretty-ballerina. But then a big roaring made the ground tremble. It was the sun and he came by when he saw the moon's new color.. and then a sky discussion broke lose. The angry sun said with a deep voice "For heaven's sakes! No! What on earth are you doing dressed like that?! My beloved wife, my eternal companion! This is the attitude of a spoiled teenage girl, dressed like a flame for every other planet and satellite to masturbate at your sight. At your beautiful quasi-spherical shape. At your beauty. Blæh! This is truly disgusting!" The sun stuttered and stuttered.. but he continued "Do you.. Do you remember when we married? I do! You were still a orphan girl and a comet had just hit the earth you now guard as a watching mother. The crash scared me and woke me up from a deep sleep. What did I found when I looked at the earth at the distance? A pure white dot that needed light was wandering in the darkness! I got there as fast as I could and hugged you when you were lonely and pale. I gave you a white dress. A white sponged dress you would wear to guide our sons and daughters.. But now.. I hope you can say words powerful enough to heal this sun. This flame I didn't marry, This red flashy thing I didn't love!" After this the sun was crying with big sparky glimmers, he was sad and felt betrayed. The trees started to worry, he didn't shine like the day before. They were starving already.

The moon was really confused. She said, with a strong mother-voice "I don't know! I don't know what you are saying. It wasn't me that insisted on wearing this dress you hate. I am the same as before, spiraling all the time! It is this poet on earth! Ha! He is the one you should blame. He made a fire that hit me while I was asleep.. That moonfucker! He must be masturbating down below to the dress he made me wear... No no! It is his plan. You must shine, darling! I need your twinkles and so does all the fauna on the lonely planet earth.. I still love you!" And in the skies, the two celestials started to kiss playfully. The sun shined stronger than ever. The sunshine was so strong it burned the skin and the poet said:...

[AGAG]

Sorry! I write too much

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Jaja!

I'm burned by the Moon and that is maybe the reason, why I can hear her talk to her lover mr Sun. And all this trees, bears, wolves, foxes, squirrels and gnat-gnats, whispers that I am a stranger in the night, that is afraid of the measuring of my micro", thought the poet, in the heart of the wood.
"And yes, I am afraid. The result would hurt my selfesteem and I am not the flasher the police are looking for. He should, if one could believe the media, have a merciless gigantus a la Priapus and he hates to wear trousers. They rub and vex he has said, but I would have taken that because I have a big Priapus-complex".
After his long-long monologue, he lay down and listened to the millions of gnat-gnats that wispered in his ears. PiiiiPiiip

We are small gnatgnats we,
And sing much better than a bee,
We are a choir with thousand little voices,
And we sing a forest-symphony all for your choices,
We are so small you hardly can us see.

The poet fell asleep, when they came to the second verse.

We are small gnat-gnats we,
And live in forest, not in sea,
We sing our song,
The all day long,
And bite you, when you not us see,
HIHIHIHI...

In Helsinki Freckle had gone back to the Uni and her practice-work, often all nights, since there was a big shortage of personnel. Öhubble missed the poet and asked where he was.
"I havent seen him", said Freckle,"I miss him too. Maybe he is in his poetstage and write long-long poems about the Moon. He has evaded me for some time and I don't know why. I love him as before, but I must try to finish my studies".
"Jaja", said Öhubble, "Do you need some studypills. I have some new ones".
"No thank you, I don't want to be an armadillo again, huh!"
"But I have made a poem-pill for the poet so I hope he comes by soon...
Boomkabumb. The door...flew open...and there...

[adrian9]

and there was adrian, the girl and the blonde girl...looking wierd.


when the poet left the competition the people of finland carried on and the cock contest took place.
a guy named mikka won.
adrian came in last place.
humilliated by this he strolled down the alleys of helsinki, he sat down near a sewer.
somebody laughs.
it seems to be inside the sewer.
-come come little dick one- adrian heard.
-how the hell did you call me!!??!?!? - adrian screamed in anger.
he kneel down and watched inside the sewer----

the girl and the blonde girl were in the crowd, checkin out pussies and dicks, having sex with both girls and boys. they didnt even notice when the poet left and when adrian lose.

after a while they realized they were alone, exhausted and with no money, they decided to look out for the boys.

in a dark alley they found a Guitarra that adrian carried all along the way.

before they can manage to took it a clown appears.

-hello nice girls, im pennywise, let me play something for you.

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Huh!

on that Venezuelan guitarra."
"No, thank you", said the girl, "Where is Adrian9? What have you done to him?"
"Oh, you mean that sulking guy, that sits in the gutter around the corner. He has lost his cap-button and is unconsolable. I took it! Haha! So don't bother with him. Follow me! I have candy in my den under the sewer and a lot of cap-buttons. Haha. My collectingobject. Jaja. I love cap-buttons. Do you want to see them? I have etchings too. A lot!"
"I said no, and it was a Finnish PERKELENO", said the girl and went to the street, where she could hear, how Adrian9 wept.
"Vojne, vojne" (still the word he thinks is Finnish but is not) "The Pennywise took my cap-button, my fucking cap-button, and it was an original blogspot-button. I will never find a replacement, that I can approve of. Vojne, vojne! Again!"
"But, but, we can ask my father. I am sure he can make a new one at Nokia. Don't cry more now. The blonde girl would like a date with you. She isn't lesbian at all. It was only something she did, to get your attention."
Adrian9 dried his tears and jumped about.
"Really? She will? I love tall blonde girls! And she vill date me, even if I lost my cap-button?"
"Ja ja, she doesn't care that much about cap-buttons. So come now"
But from the sewer came a horrid sound. It was Pennywise, that played on Adrian9's guitarra. And he howled...
"I will come and take you all, and eat you with the teeth I still have left. Grrrrrrr...

[adrian9]

The Girl, The Blonde Girl and Adrian´s 9 Trauma.

Pennywise can take the shape on your worst fear.
while trying to escape from the alley The Girl, The Blonde Girl and Adrian9 faced their worst deepest fears.
The Girl saw a giant cockroach, The Blonde Girl saw worms getting at her and Adrian saw himself without arms.

-what the fuck is this!? the blonde one screamed.

the more they fear the stronger pennywise get.

adrian remember that his guitar had a loose screw.

-take the guitar a smash it!! - he screamed to the girl
-I cant!! there is a big cockroach in the way ,is disguisting!!! - the girl was in shock

The Blonde One put his mouth in the neck of the guitar (like sucking a cock) and smashed it into the ground killing the worms she feared.
the illusion vanished for her, and helped the others to escape.

end of the flashback.

The door...flew open...and there...was adrian, the girl and the blonde girl...looking wierd, traumatized for what just happened.

Öhubble , The Poet and Freckle sensed something was wrong.
Öhubble takes a kitchen Knife very quickly.
there is silence.
they stare at each other.

[AGAG]

But the poet wasn't really there yet! In the room it was only the astral body of the poet. He was still lost on his forest and was still belly-drunk from all the chicken. HE didn't know what was happening and as soon as he went near the house, when he finally found it, he was terrified at all the screaming that was going on inside. He smashed the door and everyone was staring at each other and Hubble had a kitchen knife on his hands. Ready to attack. "What is happening in here?" he said "Weren't we all friends? Huh" And Hubble answered. "They are all acting really weird. The kitchen saw is just a little precaution. Butt!.. Look at their eyes! It's not them anymore. Not them, I tell you!" The poet was scared. There was indeed something new in their eyes but he didn't know exactly what had happened. They stared angrily at each other with hunger. As if they wanted to eat each other. The poet had an idea. "Pills!" he screamed "You can make pills, dear hubble. You are the genius! Anti-zombie pills... yes! Then we can have a lovely no-caps guitarraguy, a lovely capsfull freckl and a lovely blonde again! Just like it is supposed to be in a normal world. Please!" Hubble knew it was the only solution. He stuttered and then said "Fine! Butt I need time.. We need to keep them controlled until then. We don't want them biting each other! Quick, take that elephant-sedative on the corner and get the Freckle, the blonde is not very intelligent so I can take both her and the guitarrer at once. Before it's too late. Ha! Good luck! Ha!" And a mice-cat game broke loose. They ran and ran all through the house and broke a lot of pottery and plates. They jumped over chairs, tables and vertical pianos. Hopefully, all the test-tubes would be empty and nothing would initiate a big reaction again... The chase went on for 15 minutes. The blonde girl was no problem, she got her leg stuck inside a big couch and Hubble injected her kind of violently. He was having the time of his life. "Good old times! haha" he laughed. They ran and then went adrian, he stumbled across a big shelf and it crushed him below one hundred books written in just pure caps. The biggest foe of a guittarra man. And he was obtrusively injected by the hand of hubble.

But the freckl! She was sneaky and kept screaming "Teehee! You'll never get me. Not in a thousand years... I will remain a zombie and I will eat other people while they are still alive. VojneVojne! HAHAHAHA!" And she hid below chairs and under mats and maybe even morgans like a startled snake in a very transited street.. Now Hubble and The poet were on the hunt and now the chase is around the lab-premises. Ha, but now the freckle has climbed the roof and she is threatening on eating adrian while he is asleep. "You should get guns daddy" She said. Hubble was really worried. Roofs are dangerous for normal people and Really-dangerous for zombies, because of their thought-processes. But! What is happening now. She stumbled on a little wandering ladybug and now she's rolling towards the floor. She has reached the roof edge and she couldn't find anything to grab. Now she is falling and it's a 40 meters fall. Deadly even for hungry-eyed zombies. Butt no! There was a poetic trampoline on the garden, waiting for her with a big elastic fabric. It hurted! But the poet could grab her tight and she gave her a tranquilizer shot. "Sorry sorry!" he said "Ouch, you shouldn't dance on rooftops.. ouch"

Finally they were all asleep. "Good exercise!" Said hubble "Now let's put them all inside this metal cage and...

[adrian9]

Wait

8 hours later.

Freckle, The Blonde One and Adrian wake up feeling normal again.
Hubble and The Poet take care of them thinking they were zombies while in fact they were kind of possesed by Pennywise.
after the horror passed they talked about what happened, the tower falling, the cock contest and the evil clown.

-that was weird- Said the Poet who just found out what happened when he left.
- you let us down man - Said Freckle
- yeah, like, what the fuck is wrong with you?- Said Adrian9
- I had my reasons, I had too, you also gotta remember I saved you,when you needed the most- The Poet said.
the blonde remained in silence

in the afternoon Adrian went to Tampere to see nightwish live.

-goodbye fellas, here is my cellphone if you ever need me- Adrian said.

-what about you restoring the tower? - said freckle

-yeah , yeah right. I´ll be back. - said Adrian9 in a bad Terminator joke.

they waved goodbye to the Venezuelan guitarra player for a while.

---In The Poet´s Pad-----Later that night

The Poet enters to the shower.
The Blonde enters afterwards and give him a blowjob.

-I´ll always knew this was going to happen. Said the poet.





Writers note: dude If give a knife to a character kill someone!!