I present to you...a result of the most boring German computer lesson ever endured. I wrote the red, Kat wrote the green and Max wrote the black.

Dustin stared at Marissa, his mouth open in surprise. She was standing upside down in a bucket of bananas.
“What on earth…?” he said helplessly.
“It’s good for my karma.” she replied.
He gave a slow nod, although he was still rather confused. A loud explosion echoed from the next room. He ran in there to discover his baby son, with singed hair, grinning, holding a box of armed grenades.
“Ga ga!” he said, pulling a pin out of the next one. Had Dustin had a voice left, he would have screamed, but as it was, he was unable. Instead, he got on the table and got a rolling pin and whacked Marissa on the head.
The baby climbed on top of her and balanced the grenade on her nose. He giggled evilly all the while, as Dustin watched in speechless horror. Dustin climbed into a dustbin because it was his namesake and because he needed a fag.
“Ouch!” he said, landing on a bed of snails. They watched him beady orange eyes, all the time calculating whether he was fresh enough to eat, or whether they should fatten him up first.
Catching sight of the discarded hamburger in the corner of the bin, the snails decided to force it upon him first. With much struggling, bin-rattling, retching and “OH SWEET LORD, NO!” they managed to stuff it into his mouth. Dustin realised he was violently allergic to lettuce. He gave a scream of fear and tried to force his way out. The snails bore their sharp teeth manically.

Back in the house, for some reason the grenade balanced on Marissa’s nose had malfunctioned, and wasn’t going off. Marissa, finally conscious again, was trembling. The baby was cackling with mirth. He reached for a third grenade. Marissa cried, “BOBO – NOOOOOOO!!!” The baby hesitated a moment. Marissa used that moment to roll off the table and sprint out of the room.
The room behind her erupted in a ball of flame. At the same time, Dustin scampered in, fighting off the snails that had crawled all over him.

Ah, who cares anyway? It's not like anybody will comment. Lisa's away, Marie is too busy unpacking, Tash and Kat just can't be bothered...ah well, I will persevere.

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OOOOOOOHHHHHHYYYYEEEEEEEE!!!

Farewell.

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P.S.S: LUCKY LUCKY LUCKY BILLIE PIPER!!!