Ah-Mazing Story Time!

Yes, yes, this story is a bit late, forall you individuals who actually are stupid enough to read this blog, and I must say iheartzim225@hotmail.com, first of all- your name is creepy. 2nd of all- thank you for all the wonderful gift ideas for Gir, (even though I didn't ask for any...) He loved them all. I was lucky enough to recieve a letter from the Dib-Human, (I'm sure Gir put him up to it,) telling me Merry Christmas, (or whatever I celebrated), ham soap from Gir, plus some disgustingly sticky waffles, THAT HE ACTUALLY WRAPPED, SYRUP & ALL, and a punch from Gaz. (I'm serious, I walked past her house and she punched me. Crazy, huh?) Anyway, Christmas was pretty stupid, but Gir loved it, so I suppose it was ok. Anyway, I have to make this quick (in other words, stop rambling,) because some friends and I are going to see AVATAR. They said I had to come along, cause I was practically a cousin of the Na'vi, what with my green skin and all. Jerks.

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So I was in this store, buying Gir another pig, on that could actually move when for some strange glitch, my PAK fell off. I turned around to grab it, but some little girl had it in her hand! "Give that back!" I said, but she REFUSED, telling me to get my own. She pointed at a large display of metal backpacks, that ALL LOOKED LIKE MY PAK. I pointed out that that one couldn't open, and she just shrugged, and said she'd tear it open. TEAR. IT. OPEN. WTF? (Hehe, I'm getting good at human terms.) TEAR OPEN MY PAK? And then her mom came up, and started asking her, "is this green boy irritating you? You need to see a doctor, boy. My daughter saw that toy first, let her have it." I tried explaining that I'd bought that one a week ago, right? Which is why it didn't have a price tag on it, and I'd modified it, using my genius little mind (yes, I actually convinced them that I was a boy genius) and now my little brother wanted one. They wanted to see, naturally, (this is where the part comes in where it reveals how GENIUS I truly am) so I told them I needed it back. They gave me it back, I reconnected it, (I'd been having trouble speaking,) and I used my mech-legs. The little girl instantly wanted it back, but I (being a cunning little devil,) just ran away. Haha. I think they might track me down and sue. Whatever.

See you Earthanoids!

Almighty Z