Longsword, Novembre 28th, 2009
"Since we're imaginary, we don't have to give a crap about continuity," Ego grinned.
"We don't?" Conscience blinked.
"As far as Ego is concerned, no."
"So, for today, we're going to wish everyone a late Happy Thanksgiving. BECAUSE IT'S FRIDAY!"
Conscience looked around for a moment. "Who are we talking to, anyway?"
"Never you mind. Just go back into your box, flatty!"
"But...I have b-cups."
Ego's head suddenly grew three times it normal size as he pointed at Conscience and yelled, "HAAAAAAAX!"
At that moment, a CRT computer monitor spawned out of nowhere and struck Conscience in the chest, knocking her off-screen...or what we declare to be off-screen.
"Ego, was calling 'Hax' really necessary?" Id asked, trying to forget what just happened.
"Yes. Yes, it was. Anyway, what I was about to say was..."
Ego turned around, suddenly turning off all the lights and reappearing with his head re-enlarged and a flashlight underneath it.
"YOU BETTER HAVE HAD A HAPPY THANKSGIVING AND REMEMBER THAT ALL YOUR LEFTOVERS ARE BELONG TO ME."
Ego then turned the flashlight off, then turned it back on.
"Oh...and...THE SAME THING APPLIES TO CHRISTMAS OR WHATEVER YULE-HOLIDAY YOU CELEBRATE! BLEH!"