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“Where"Where the hell am I?” He inquired.
“You"You are in one of your own stories.” A deep voice responded from above.
“Who"Who said that?” He asked.
“I"I did. I am the Storyteller. And this is my domain.” The deep voice from above replied.
“What"What do you want?” He snapped.
“I’ve"I’ve been hearing that you’ve been using your powers as a Storyteller for evil instead of good. Well this will not do in my world.” The Storyteller responded.
“Ah"Ah ah ah. You may have written those retarded stories but I have been around centuries before you were even born. I am the one and true creator of this world and the original Storyteller.” The Storyteller responded.
“Meh"Meh. I don’t care.” He grunted.
“Well"Well you should. Don’t you know what happens to people who write horrible things about Nathan?” The Storyteller responded.
SHIT NOBODY CARES ABOUT
“These"These cages are where people who treat Nathan unfairly end up in.” The Storyteller explained. “If"If you’re not careful, you could end up the same way.”
“You’re"You’re not going to put us in there are you?” He asked.
“Nooo…i’ve"Nooo…i’ve got something much better in mind.” The Storyteller responded.
“Once"Once upon a time there lived two little koalas. A boy one named Arnie, and a girl one named Lulu – Arnie was blue with brown stripes while Lulu was pink with yellow spots.” The Storyteller said as he read the story.<br />TL;DR ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz……
“What"What the?” He exclaimed.
OLD NEWS, OLD LINE.
“You’re"You’re a koala. And not just any koala, you are Arnie – who is one of the two main characters in this story.” The Storyteller responded. “And"And it looks like Lulu is about to make her debut.”
“Now"Now Arnie and Lulu were on their way to Mr Gruff’s house to cheer him up, now Mr Gruff was a grumpy miserly old goat who lived across the street.” The Storyteller continued.
“Arnie"Arnie and Lulu knocked on Mr Gruff’s door and offered him some happy treats to cheer him up, but mean old Mr Gruff didn’t want them at first, Arnie and Lulu convinced him to try some and he did – he thought they were scruptious and decided to share them with the neighbours.” The Storyteller continued. “And"And Arnie and Lulu went back home to play. The end.”<br />I fucking though this was THE END? Christ, do you know WHEN to end? You are stoopid. You don’t put “THE"THE END” until the END. Know how2end. That is why it’s The End, you don’t put shit after that, DURRR HUURRRR.
“You"You did a good job Storyteller.” A voice cooed.
“Thank"Thank you, Nathan.” The Storyteller responded.
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