Lets start off this post with this.

*Random and bored. You can skip this part if you like, you might regret reading this. Really. It ends at -THE END-.

There was once a girl named Wendy Wendingo, and she was out walking on the streets with her friend, Torm Peepington.

Simply walking.

And suddenly, they walked past a peculiar and extremely tall old man, who was dressed in a weird purple robe. He was wearing a pointed hat, which pointed at his name, which was written all over his forehead.

" L-Bus Mumblemore? " Wendy Wendingo uttered out in sheer curiosity.

" Yes, that would be my name... HOW DID YOU FIND THAT OUT? " mumbled L-Bus Mumblemore in utter disbelief, shocked that someone actually managed to identify him.

So much for keeping his identity a secret for so many eons in an attempt to protect the Pillow Softer's Stone from the evil clutches of Bored Moledemort.

The Pillow Softer's Stone has the power to soften the pillows of every Mugger in the world, causing them to die of severe insomnia.

Indeed, a weapon of such catastrophic powers must be kept away from the wrong hands.

And thus, noble L-Bus Mumblemore dedicated his entire life, keeping the Pillow Softer's Stone locked away in his name, never to be found.

Until today.

Before Wendy could even open her mouth to answer, L-Bus Mumblemore collapsed, and morphed into the Pillow Softer's Stone.

Curious as usual, Wendy picked up the queer looking stone, examined it, and put it in her pocket.

With that, Wendy and Torm proceeded with their walk along the streets.

" That old man had a mysterious air about him. " said Torm, all of a sudden.

" Perhaps because he was a magical figure? " suggested Wendy.

" No I don't think so." said Torm, this time he scrunched up his face, as though in disgust of something nasty.

" Then what's with that mysterious air about him? " Wendy asked, curiously.

" I think he farted. " said Torm.

-THE END-

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On a more serious note.

Wow, what a long day today. Been so long since we had guitar practice. Right after PE some more.

Was kinda fun though. But tiring.

Wanna say something, but I think I'll save it for next time.

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But for now. Just wanna say.

Sometimes people don't behave and respond the way you want it to be. Sometimes it offends or hurt you. Sometimes it comes unexpectedly pleasant.

They're just like this.

Yes, he was quite a sore bastard today. But words from people like him really don't matter.

Because he doesn't matter.

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Somehow I feel so alone here without you by my side.

So hopeful.

Remembering Idea Plus.

Remembering the Last Resort Mechanism.

Memories that could never be forgotten.

Lessons learnt forevermore.

HW can wait.