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[Feb. 12th, 2009|01:33 am]
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HAHAHAHAHA OH GOD SOMEONE STOP ME. IT HURTS. PFFFFFFFFFT. More drabble fun.
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A Dart In Time
On a flat and crazy morning, Kaku sat in the glade. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His beard ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Jyabura to love someone with a pulsing butt?
Huskily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a red furry guitar, all on a summer's day. I wish my Jyabura would swallow me, in his own throbbing way..."
"Do you?" Jyabura sat down beside Kaku and put his hand on Kaku's stomach. "I think that could be arranged."
Kaku gasped quietly. "But what about my pulsing butt?"
"I like it," Jyabura said furiously. "I think it's long."
They came together and their kiss was like a frog engulfs it's prey with one fell gulp.
"I love you," Kaku said noisily.
"I love you too," Jyabura replied and swallowed him.
They bought a wolf, moved in together, and lived loudly ever after.
~.~.~.~.~ HAHAHAHA AND THIS ONE FOR THE LULZ. IT MAKES ABOUT AS MUCH SENSE AS THE SHOW.
The Miracle Of The Raven
Zuko hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like razorblades falling down as tears from his eyes. He loathed it.
Every December, Zuko would feel himself getting all morbid inside. He refused to put up a Christmas razor, he snapped at anyone flaccid enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Zuko had to go to the mall to buy a depressing Fire Nation. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing sobbingly around and so much Christmas music blaring angrily, he thought his eye would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was an expressionless woman collecting for charity. Zuko never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the expressionless woman dropped his bells and ran in a tree. There was a gloomy raven right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the expressionless woman slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Zuko rushed out and sorrowfully pushed them both out of the way. There was a black bang and then everything went dark.
When Zuko woke up, he was in a sad room. There was a Christmas razor in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Zuko's hand hurt. A lot.
The expressionless woman came into the room. "I'm so emo!" she said. "You're awake. My name is Mai. You saved me from the truck. But your hand is broken."
Zuko hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas razor up and his hand was broken, he felt quite dull, especially when he looked at Mai.
"Your hand must hurt gloomily," Mai said. "I think this will help." And she wept Zuko several times.
Now Zuko felt very dull indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Mai. "I love you," he said, and kissed Mai weepingly.
"I love you too," said Mai. Just then, the raven ran into the room and nuzzled Zuko's scar. "I brought him home with us," Mai said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Zuko said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
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