I Can't Be Bothered Thinking Of A Title

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I had an idea of what to write. Then I opened Wattpad and now it's gone. [Insert extreme sad face here]. So I'm just going to write until it comes back to me.

Random mix of confusing very short one-shots:

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Rain: *squints* Is that....me?

Catfish disguised as Rain: Lalalalalaaa I'm Raaaaaiin

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Shadow: Hello Dust you look beautiful in this bright morning sunlight-

Dust: I'll make your death look like an accident.

Shadow: Lovely and grumpy as always!

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Inferno: LOOK THERES SNOW!

Griffin: LOOK THERES THE ICE KINGDOM!

Falcon: Same thing.

Conspiracy: Don't tell me you're going to the snow again?

Inferno: YES!

Griffin: No, we're going to the Ice Kingdom.

Falcon: IT'S THE SAME EXACT THING!

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Inferno: You know, sometimes I feel like I know what I'm doing, but nobody else does. 

Horizon: For once in your life you are actually right.

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Orpheus: *plays harp*

Kingfisher: I can play the harp better than you.

Orpheus: Nah I play the harp the best.

Kingfisher: *plays lyre*

*1 hour later*

Kingfisher: Wait I play guitar what am I doing.

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*Inferno, Griffin, Coyote, Mirage, and Terracotta come past in a conga line*

Griffin: CONGA CONGA CON-GA! CONGA CONGA CON-GA!

Mirage: *Throws something very sharp and pointy at Griffin* SHUDDUP

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Peril: Check this out. Firescales is so epic.*burns a cow to a crisp*

Heron: Oh cool.

Clay: OH NO PERIL YOU KILLED SPOTS!

Peril: Uh- Who's Spots?

Clay: MY COW IM SO SAD NOW!

Peril: Spots is still alive. *points so some random cow*

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*JMA students playing video games*

Winter: AH! AHA! I GOT THE LEGENDARY FORESAKEN SWORD! I AM THE MASTER OF THE WORLD! *begins furiously typing on his laptop*

Moon: What are you doing...?

Winter: I'm selling it on eBay. I can get rich from this.

Moon: Look someone just clicked 'buy it now'

Qibli: I AM THE MASTER OF THE WORLD!

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Aaaand I'm leaving it at that.


Goodbye!

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