We're so sorry skeletons, you're so misunderstood.

It was a dark and windy night. Mr. Talske was walking down the road. Mr. Talske was a scam artist, and a damn fine one at that. He would always trick people and steal their money without them realizing it. Nobody liked Mr. Talske after he stole money, so he always had to move around from place to place to keep raking in the dough.

Mr. Talske was walking down the road on a night that was windy and dark. Some leaves fell on the ground because it was very windy out. He was going to scam some money out of an unsuspecting victim. He walked to a man.
"Hello, my name is Mr. Talske," said Mr. Talske.
"My name is Rysor Tonsskel," said the man.
"Would you be interested in joining a pyramid scheme, I mean a club that sells fruit juice?"
"Sure, mate."
"Okay, I'll need you to answer some of my questions."
"Sounds good."
"On a scale from purple to three, what's your favourite letter?"
"I'd say it's probably a solid seven."
"Okay. What's your favourite type of hat on a scale from cat to dog?"
"Probably an Asus Computer."
"That's all I need. Wait, before I forget, you need to pay me money to join the club. Don't worry you make the money back soon."
"Okay, how much?"
Mr. Talske stood up very tall.
"I'll need about a tree fiddy."
Rysor Tonsskel gave Mr. Talske about a tree fiddy.
"BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!" shouted a voice in the distance. Out from his grave, Billy Mays walked up to Mr. Talske and Rysor Tonsskel. Billy Mays then took Mr. Talske's hat after it flew off of his head because it was very windy outside.
"Thank you, Mr. Skeltal," said Billy Mays.
"Oh shit, mate," said Rysor Tonsskel, "I didn't know you were Mr. Skeltal."
"Look at your name, mate," said Mr. Skeltal with a cheeky grin.
"Oh shit, sorry skeleton," said Rysor Tonsskel.
Then everything changed when the fire nation attacked.

The End.