"Get down! He's got a rooty-tooty-poopin-snooty!!" I screamed. My brother stares at me like id gone mad. I mean, He knew I was. Anyway. Back to the guy with the rooty-tooty- poopin-snooty. Four men in masks with food choppers and rooty-tooty-poopin-snooty's. "Get on the ground!" My brother obeyed instantly. I didn't budge. "What's the magic word?" I ask them. They looked at me with pure confusion written all over they're faces. "Please?" One of them said. I shook my head no. The next one spoke up "pretty please?" He said. "Nope" I said popping the 'p'. The third spoke up. "With a cherry on top?" I replied with "nah". The last one looked like he was about to explode. "Get down on the Ground or I'll shoot you and your brother here". This time I obeyed him.
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Books I will never write
RandomThese are just books that I will never write. They're just stuff I'll write in class or just things I'll think of before bed. I might make a couple of these into books but only if I feel like they're good or you guys like them. I hope you enjoy thes...
