Pyro Hunt pt4"BOOYA! We did it! We RAWK!!" Choco spazzed. The 5 of'em were on their way to Amel's house that time."Chasing snakes, what's your deal?" sulked Freakzo, "ain't that the same as chasing pigs?" "Puh-LEEZE, everyone knows snakes are faster, sleakier & sneakier than pigs!" argued Choco. "You shud've seen Serpentia playing Serpentius Dumbblondus... Really good actor, she is," then hugged all of her snakes. "She almost appeared like she came outta Pairo's tub, I caught her n he was freaking out!" "Yeah, I bet pigs are too fat for that," added Amel. "Hey, WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON?!" yelled Freakzo. Putri and Marilyn could only watch. "We looked like a bunch of idiots back there," Marilyn sighed. "Especially Choco," added Putri. Choco then couldnt stop growling at Putri until everyone was ordered corn chips at Amel's house. Mmm... corn chips.
"This house looks familliar... but I can't put a foot in it," said Marilyn. "Y'mean like Emily The Strange's house?" asked Amel. "Yep, got that from her. An
Pyro Hunt pt3Yo DENOOOOOORIIII!!! Freakzo yelled, banging on the door. She has to do it cuz Den wouldnt respond to a slight attention.
What? Den came outta the door, asking.
What didja juz do to Choco yesterday? What WAS in the Team Tacito cake? Freakzo demanded for answers. Its just a normal cake, Den replied. Well I remember giving her some coffee in her psycho cup and You WHAT?! yelled Freakzo, then got over it. Ah well you know what happens if Choco ever drinks coffee, thats why she hardly ever drank em. And last night she drank coffee outta Cangkir, that explains it. Whadaya mean? asked Den. The Count then told the scarfie pretty much everything that happened last night. So she burnt the pyromaniacs house & stuff. We dont think its just her addiction on eating brains hey, I like that too but I think shes well remember wh
Pyro Hunt pt2Count Freakzo told Choco everything cuz ths crazy reaper really wanna spy this pyromaniac. She told her his names Pairo, he wears a black & white striped scarf and has a plaster on his forehead and weird creatures & people live with him in the tower. Whoa. He has lots of friends with amazing talents too & I mean loads, continued Freakzo. Surprisingly, Putri butted in. That style of his, yknow, the scarf, got everyones attention. Aint scarfs popular long before World War 1? asked Choco. The three were talking about the pyromaniac so seriously they forgot Heroes was on TV. Oooh, now you waanna eat Pairos brain pestered Putri. AGAIN. Hey, dont look at ME like that, SHES SYLARS BITCH! Choco pointed at Freakzo. NO WAIT! the count sparked, I like Peter Petrelli too! Shes the REAL Sylars bitch! she pointed at Amel. But but
Pyro Hunt pt1Viva El Team Tacito!! the two best friends Denorii and Kuriru cried joyly while cutting the cake on behalf of their selling comic websites success. It was a hell of a party and everyones invited. In times like these, it wasnt a surprise to everyone who know the fact that their whee-tarded Reaper got raped by envy and started emoting and/or copying the twos success by any means until it pisses them off. But that day, it was totally surprising. For Chocoreaper herself even. For the fact that she wasnt jealous of them even ONE bit. Surprising. Unexpected. Pretty. Odd.
Hey, you seemed pretty jumpy today, chirped Putri the Wicked. Laughing, smiling, eating twice the dose of cake. Didnt see you going all RAWR WHERES TEAM CANGKIR? Or TEAM KAPPU? and ballistic. Some surprise even I scare myself sometimes, replied Choco, grabbing more slices of the Team Tacito cake. Cmon
How Sylar Started Brain-EatingOne afternoon at the Sylars' residence. Mr Sylar wuz fixing stuff, broken stuff, including the car, while Mrs Sylar wuz cooking dinner. Their little son headed to the tv after a rough day of helping his dad fixing clocks. He tuned in to his favorite channel with zombie movies and sat tight. Then he ate his dinner and asked an unexpected question, like,
"Mommy, mommy, can I eat brains?"
of course, she replied, "No, Gabriel, we're human. How did you think of such a thing like that? You've been watching too much zombie movies"
"No I wasn't!" replied little Gabriel, then asked his dad instead.
"Daddy, daddy, can I eat brains?! They look tasty!"
His dad agreed with his mom, like all husbands agreeing to their wives usually. But their little son didn;t give up, for he's alwahs been worshipping his zombie movies like Marilyn Manson worshipped Satan. And one day, as he asked his dad the same question, 1 month later, after dinner... his father replied.
"THAT'S IT, YOUNG MAN. YOU'RE GROUNDED!
An Apple A Day...An apple a day keeps the fangirls away, if you're a bandmember.
An apple a day can keeps those public toilets clogged in just a month.
An apple a day keeps yo mama so fat that she can't even fit in the Grand Canyon.
An apple a day keeps the lemons at bay.
An apple a day keeps Sylar from eating brains. It also works for zombies.
An apple a day keeps Icarus flying into the sun and burning himself.
An apple a day keeps mah big ass smooth n sexeh...
An apple a day keeps Smithers from being furthermore gay.
An apple a day keeps you masturbating.
Two apples a day MAKES YOU HAVE BALLS. or BOOBS.
Two apples a day keeps Nathan n Peter Petrelli crashing into each other when they're flying.
An apple a day = 7 apples a week = 365 apples a year (except on leap years)
An apple a day keeps yer pants down.
An apple a day keeps Gerard Way pantsless.
An apple a day keeps your fart smelling fresher than ever.
A hand grenade a day keeps you missing those apples.
An apple a day makes you fake hand grenades