(Yes, I wrote this at 3am.)

I was eating Tuna the other day while looking at the night sky, but I couldn't see that well because the window was Icky. So I went outside to get a better view of the galaxy but a Hawke started attacking me. By the time I managed to escape, Triton had been doing nothing but Ping me on IRC with a Link in my room #clenorg. Needless to say, I was ashamed of my own Creati0n. But then I realised how much fun the room was and thought to myself: that's Frantastic! I wanted more of this, I needed more. So I packed all my stuff into a box and moved away from all the stress of my serious country. When I arrived, there was a guy trying to introduce his friend, Matt. He had a strange accent, though and all I could hear was 'Yaizmat'. I was then overcome with a terrible illness and developed a terrible and uncontrollable cough, so I went to the local hospital to get it sorted. On my way, I was MUGGED! The person mugging me seemed to be a bit drunk though, so the mugger and his friend's threats went a little like this- "I'll... He'll.. ill.. el.. Ele... BEAT ye up..." so I finished him off with a swift Lightningkidck, and he went down like a dead Robin. As my ed (engagedistance) with the hospital decreased, I found myself shivering due to the Arctic weather. I quickly found a way into the hospital and was surprised with how deserted it was! Was everyone Daed or something? Apparently not, seeing as I was quickly called forward for my appointment with Dr. Chris McChirs. They started violently gesturing for me to sit down, but I was lucky because I Glimpsed a bear trap out of the corner of my eye, so I didn't sit down. Dr Chris became angry- "Sit on the throne!" "Sit on the throne, dear." "SIT ON THE THRANDIR!" I sat on the bear trap but I clenched pretty hard so this wasn't the problem. I remembered that the Tuna I was eating went off about 10 years Ago. I was about to experience a massive gaseous expulsion from my Botty. Probably of the particularly fragrant variety. I quickly tried to defuse the situation by saying "I was just a bit Goughy, that was all" as an excuse for the cold, but Dr C.C wasn't buying it. He screamed "DAN'T LEAVE" as loud as he could, so this was the time I knew I had to leave. I made a run for the door, but I forgot that the bear trap was still attached to my anus. Mustering all the strength in my glutes, I swerved my hips towards the mad doctor so that the chair was inches away from their face, and then let it all out. The mega Tunafart that had been building up in the can I ate earlier that week. The doctor was blown away and left a hole in the wall. You could see the imprint of the chair on his head... so he got infracted for stolen textures.