An Untitled Story

Written five words at a time by Cheesy Monkey, Christa Winters, data_xtreme, Beboots, Amicitia, Danfred, UnknownSource, Dragon, Meredith, Kiki, eViL_poPtart, orangatan64, telyn, and Yma.
 

A sudden loud noise made Kitty jump into the awaiting dark of her room. Where her assortment of plushies stared directly at her bed. Then a giant peanut butter sandwich landed directly on her head. Kitty screamed as loud as a peacock being thrown from the back of a low pickup truck driving very fast. She did not find it very amusing because of its not being funny. Obviously.

She phased through a wall, heading straight down heading for the kitchen, which was undoubtedly where Kurt was hiding. He was always doing something that needed a woman's touch.

"What are all these little brushes for?" Kitty asked.

Kurt looked up, embarrassed. "Well... I was trying to see if the boogy man really existed. He does."

Kitty shook her head and replied, "Your experiment is faulty. Your data is contaminated by extraneous data which has no relevance to the presence of variables including the possible presence of the Stay Puff Marshmallow men. However you could filter chocolate sauce through a sock - dissolve the marshmallow men so they no longer obstruct science. However, if we were to collect the remnants of the sugary substances that had just rendered into their base elements, then it would be a - an unholy mess the likes of which God had never intended for mortal eyes."

Kurt shook his head in obvious disagreement. "You clearly know nothing of the great lengths that a hungry teenager will go to, to discover the origins of the Peanut Butter and Banana sandwich of the eternal comic book guy's porn addiction."

"The eternal what?" Kitty asked.

"Never mind, it's not important."

"Kurt, sometimes, you worry me."

"Well, sometimes every one worries about sandwiches falling on their head. It's a normal human psycho-somatic response to flying food."

Kitty blinked. "I knew that."

Kurt smirked. "Oh really? Well how come there's peanut-butter dripping from the top of your left ear, hmm?"

"Well... that's easy to explain. You see it's all because of that damned contemptible Logan. He is not in his right mind!"

"Stop exaggerating Kitty, he's just a tad bit riled on about Tabby sneaking laxatives into his Jack Daniels again. He had spent the better part of the day cooped up in a little cardboard box in the living room while apple pies were being made right under his nose. You know angelfish are thought to be quite tasty to some people."

Kitty snorted. "Honestly Kurt, I really don't think that has anything to do with the fact that you have spinach in your teeth. Maybe if we looked deeper into ourselves, we can see that there's a little bit of spinach in all of us."

Kurt made a face. "Are you sure about that, Kitty?"

"Not really, but it sounded like it was deep. Anyway, what are we going to discuss next?

Kurt pondered. "Let's try the motion of nitrogen within a small purple room. While under pressure we see elephants dancing in tutus around lamp posts made of broccoli and cream cheese spread with various condiments of your choice. Now, that being said, the peanuts should not be used as make-shift missiles unless, of course, you have the maturity level of a week-old mung bean. If, of course, you like to do naughty things with blunt kitchen appliances, then you should see someone because that is really not appropriate. Especially since only I'm allowed to do that kind of thing with a female whom I trust that has her own strap... of disease covered cotton balls. But I should think that's all too complicated for you. Now, what ever shall we do about your little problem? Well we haven't tried the library for fluffy little bunnies for obvious reasons which are so obvious that it's not necessary to say how obvious this statement is because it is just so obvious, so in conclusion this statement is running around in a circle and off-topic like most of the things we're discussing. So it's not really that unusual. What are we talking about? Obviously how off-topic circles get off-topic of course. And I really think you should pay a visit to your mother so that she can grease the pans used for baking tortoises under the lamp light. Because, Mojo-Jojo, you talk like a person with a very big brain enclosed by a glass who doesn't know when it shatters because of his huge oblong shaped brick that happens to appear only when he does naughty things with varying molecular structures that tend to put most fried foods to shame. Chips and gravy are the preferred mode of payment when leaving a tip for the waitress at his favorite cafe which is five kilometers from the garage that makes the avatars of a certain board that obsesses over us quite a bit because we are strange little blue people from the planet 'Bamf'. I do wonder as to what we might accomplish should we put our minds to it. Hm, I wonder where I left my reading glasses. Had them here somewhere... or did I leave them in your closet the other day when we were cleaning out the colony of feral dust bunnies that had taken over our Sunny D, in an attempt to poison us all by injecting poison with their small prickerly type objects that look surprisingly like those things you found in the basement last month to entertain little hand puppets."

"Like Angel which are EVIL!!! And yet surprisingly educational when shredded into little itty bitty pieces, then glued back together, then shredded again and burned, then reconstituted using the latest gene therapy to murder the dust mites that may destroy the rabid evil little puppets, thus letting the puppets live."

Carrots should not be used as probing instruments during a rather naughty night with a person who shall remain nameless.

Do you remember what our story was in the first time we wrote about it and we knew what we were talking about since I have now completely forgotten what we were talking about in the span of time that it takes to eat a snapple which is better than green eggs and ham, not peanut butter and jam on toasted marshmallows and purple spam which can be hazardous to everyone's health, and just is plain icky for anyone's taste.