Billy billy

Billy hated his teacher, Mrs. Wendlewelt. Mrs. Wendlewelt always smelled of rotten cabbage and stinky cheese. She spoke in a raspy sort of voice, the kind that made little animals hide their heads in the ground. Once she even kept Billy's class in for recess, for no reason at all! Billy decided that Mrs. Wendlewelt needed to go, so he devised a little plan.

dunna dunna dunna dunna

welcome to xavier. Everyone is here for fear; everyone is here for fear. Everybody is watching you. Everybody is waiting for you to do something. What are you going to do? I, actually, in accordance with elder conduct rules, urge you to move. Move? you say. Yes, move. Move that large behind of yours up off of your chair, yes that brown, leather chair. No! do not grab a bag of chips. Go outside, yes to the great outdoors. You should see a large fat man standing there with his hands on his hips: his hands will actually be sunk in a little in his fat. Now, go up to him and ask for a key. He will scoff you off at first, laughing in your face with his rather fat face. He will then say to you, he will say to you, he will say hello. I will then stop the scenario as I cry out with all of the power of a thousand elders: roar! What could possibly come of this place? I know not why I am here, nor why I have to sit here and comprehend this place. It is insane. Okay, whew, that was quite enough. I now know that I must begin a long search, through the tunnels of bill, through the gardens of robert, through the ice-filled caves of isengaurad, through the rather tall trees of the third age, through a nerd filled land. Oh, and when you are in the nerd-filled land, inquire of them things. Ask how a parabala-sparrow can land lightly on your finger and sing glorious mathematical songs. Ask how you can find the one true thing of great power. I call it a thing because I know not what exactly it is, I only know that it is a thing of great power. Go to the fountain of xavier and see for yourself its splendor. Drink deep of its water, jump in and revel in its cool refreshing powerful water. It will give you a new outlook on life that will be most brilliant. I say that i urge you to get up and make something of yourself. Go to the nearest school and urge kids to get up and dance. The teacher will, naturally, be shocked at this behavior.

oh

um: all right. This has gone on far enough. You can not just come in here, all on your high horse and expect me to conjure up a demon for you. It's just not possible. I don't see any way around it. You have been playing the fool. I hate to say it, but you are a fool. You don't even know how much of a fool I am. I am the fool of fools: the great fooler in the trees. When I fool, it is like a storm of fools cascading down a mountainside. It not only is harmful, but it is so much like the great floods of isenguard that it is insane. I mean, literally, insane. I can not even comprehend the insanity of the city of elders. It literally defies reason. When I sit here and think about all of the things I have done, it makes me understand that a great and powerful beast could not have done what I just did. Only I, with the power that flows from the great eckacuneber, could do it. I can not even sit here, on a powerful seat of bill, and see all of the skies lined up with birds waiting to feast on the powerful nectars of the fruits of the field of rotegerun. It is literally bursting me apart. I can not breathe with all of these things down my neck. It literally is a bomb. Not literally, but figuratively. A great and mighty fortress is built up in this place. Not just a fortress, but a powerful floodline for people to communicate with and dance and sing forever. It is though I am sitting here, waiting for the people to come and sing and dance forever. I want them to dream in many colours, about many different things, about many different places. All the while, a great flood will come and carry me off to see. This will be a sign of things to come. And while this was all being done, I saw a beast sitting in a great chair, counting the many birds flying past. I said to this beast, i said, what are you doing in the great chair of bill? He answered, with a slight smirk on his face, that he was only here for one reason: he was here to kill the birds of bill. I was taken aback. I did not know what to say. I could not comprehend the ways in which the birds were taking over everything. He began to sing a horrible song that day.

beast

All of the town's people gathered together and began to march in unison. They wore their red uniforms with pride. The red stood for the blood of destroyed beasts; beasts that the town had destroyed together.

do

Hmmm... an interesting proposition. I go to the far reaches of narnia, in order to defeat the great rogerian ape-king. In accordance with the laws of the eldership, I would receive a great reward after accomplishing my deed.

they all

All of the beasts began to roar in submission to the king of all beasts, robert.

oh

Frank began to count the number of things he had done wrong that night. First, he had not taken into consideration the amount of effort it would take to kill a giant rogerian bee-rat. That was all that he did wrong, and he grinned heartily.

the story

Young Bill tossed his long, brown hair into the air. He reached down with his flesh-colored hand and loudly zipped open his bag. Out of the bag came a pencil, a slip of paper, and a glazed donut. Bill gobbled down the glazed donut, all the while bits and pieces of glaze and donut tumbling down onto his brown wooden desk. After a hearty burp, he trotted up to the front of the class and sharpened his pencil. Upon returning to his desk, Bill began to write in words of brilliance, speaking of many things. He wrote of spiders, of hotdogs, of purple chairs, of rocks of all sizes and shapes, of brilliant shades of gold, of pencils with the perfect tip at the end, of a giant donut with all the trimmings. When he had finished writing, he put down his pencil and grinned an ear-to-ear grin. Bill took his paper to the front of the class and placed it gingerly on the teacher's desk. He patted it gently and gave the teacher a thumbs up. The paper was done.

what

"What." That single solitary word was the only things spoken from a Mr. Ron Ronnie Ron Ron as he staggered dieing from an arrow to the heart. The arrow had a head of pure gold and was laced with poison. There were only two witnesses to the killing, and both of them were promptly shot as well. The assailant was a man, with a plan, in Panama. Panama, Washington that is. You see, the man lived in the small town of Panama, and he had just commited the perfect crime. He had shot an arrow into the heart of Mr. Ron Ronnie Ron Ron, the infamous Cuban drug lord.

Right now, there are beasts. They are coming and I can do nothing to stop them. They will swarm my home and destroy everything I own. I am ready for them. I have prepared a small vessel in which I will return to the planet of the grapes.