| Jun. 26th, 2007 @ 07:19 am one chip in the bag |
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Um, so, there’s these...people...things...I saw in the woods today. If Shikamaru
was there he would have told me not to approach them, but I
was running low on chips and I had no idea where to find where I was s’posed
to be going. I kinda lost my teammates on the way to the training field---or they lost me, or something, I dunno. I was trying to find them, but I’ve always been bad at ninja
games of hide-and-seek…
And um. So I talked to the person-thing that was in the middle of the road.
He was drooling and chunks of his skin and hair were kinda comin' off; I
shoulda known something was wrong right then, but Dad also taught me never
to judge people on appearances so I gave him a little mental slack---and
he…he gurgled and rolled the whites of his eyes at me. I thought that meant
he was listening, but then he lunged and yelled “BRAINS”, and
TRIED TO EAT ME.
YEAH. TRIED TO EAT ME. EAT. ME.
Akimichi Chouji, Konoha’s number one pleasantly plump ninja, is NO MAN’S
MEAL. All the meat and insulation on my bones was hard-earned
through countless bags of chips, and I like it all attached to me.
GUYS. WHAT'S GOING ON? SOMEONE TRIED TO EAT ME TODAY; THIS DOESN'T SET WELL WITH ME. |
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