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- >be Christian Weston Chandler
- >true and HONEST creator of Sonichu, the electric hedgehog Pokemon
- >walk up to your house after another failed attempt to find your sweetheart
- >you trudge through the knee-high grass of your front lawn
- >carefully dodging the many auto parts and pieces of lawn furniture that litter the ground
- >you hear a familiar babbling coming from further ahead
- >a herd of fluffy ponies has been living in your lawn for months
- >you've always ignored them
- >your dad said to "cut those dern fluffies down"
- >but you already have so much work and stress
- >also you're kind of intimidated by them
- >you move towards the sanctuary of your house as quickly as possible
- >but a clear voice bellows out from the grass "dummy hooman!"
- >you look down and a purple unicorn with a green mane is looking up at you
- >"are, uh, you t-talking to me?"
- >"dis smawty's yicky wand!"
- >"I, uh, ummmmm, ahhh. You .... this is yours?"
- >the unicorn cocks his head sideways "why dummy hooman tawk funny?"
- >"I, uh, I'm not dumb. I'm a, uh, high functioning autistic male. Hmmmmmmm."
- >"wha' auwtistic?"
- >"it, uh, means that I'm special."
- >"specaw?" The smartie's eyes widen: "wike speciaw fwend?!"
- >you know what that means in fluffy speak. "No. I'm actually looking for a sweetheart at the present moment. Uhhh. One that I can create from the ground up."
- >"dummeh hooman no hav' specaw fwend?"
- >"no!" You say, becoming angry, "I am currently a virgin with rage!"
- >"wha?" The smarty laughs and blows a raspberry "auwtistic hooman newa hav specaw huggies?"
- >"Ya-ya-you're just, uh, a slanderous troll!" You show your fangs (open your mouth) and scream: "I'll strangle ya!!!!"
- >the smarty doesn't puff his cheeks or take an aggressive stance
- >he just cocks his head again, looks you dead in the eyes, and says "smawtie no think you can."
- >"wha-wha-why..." You're dumfounded, "ya-you, uh, just wanna play kick the autistic!"
- >"dis is bowing!" The smarty puffs his cheeks "dummy auwtistic giv hewd sketties nao!"
- >”uhmmmm.” You begin miming the motions of putting spaghetti into a pot. You proceed to place the pot on an imaginary stove.
- >”wha’ dummy hooman doin’? Make skettis!”
- >you stop miming, “I, um, can’t get to my kitchen at the present moment. You see, my family’s just, uh, a buncha packrats. Can’t get to the stove.”
- >The smarty snarls and starts to yell: “dummy auwtistic viwgin wif wage hooman waste smawty’s time!”
- >”he-hey! I’ll have you know that I’m the creator of Sonichu, Rosechu, and-“
- >the smarty cuts you off: “quwiet! Quwiet! Quwiet! Smawty no cawe! Smawty gif you foweva sweepies! You be quwiet foweva! Hewd! Attack!”
- >several earth fluffies begin to emerge from the long grass behind the smarty
- >you don’t stop to count how many (ten) and turn to run towards your house
- >in your haste, you forget about the tricycle right behind you
- >you trip over it and sprawl onto the ground, face up
- >the fluffies are coming quickly
- >you grab your sonichu medallion and close your eyes “Cherokee ancestors! Please protect me! I, uh, uhmmm, I need-blaaargggggggh”
- >as you speak your mouth is suddenly filled with the fowlest liquid you’ve ever tasted
- >you try to spit it out, but another burst of it comes pouring in
- >you open your eyes and see a green fluffy ass squatting over your face
- >shit comes spraying out and floods into your mouth
- >the overflow is immense
- >shit is flowing out of your mouth and down all of your chins onto your brand “new” Salvation Army shirt
- >the shit stops after a couple seconds and you begin to spit out what’s left in your mouth, but a new fluffy ass replaces the last one
- >”aww fwuffies giv bigges’ sowwy poopies!”
- >the excess shit has begun moving upwards into your eyes
- >the world is tinted brown and you can barely see anything but the successive fluffy asses as they hover over your face
- >suddenly a fluffy ass is pulled away and you can barely see what looks like a human face
- >a tan face with spiked black hair
- >”shit don’t look so cash, brah.”
- >”daddeh cwyde! Fwuffies do good?”
- >that dang dirty Clyde Cash chuckles
- >”you’ve all done great. You’re all good fluffies. Let’s go home to Australia and I’ll make you all spaghetti!”
- >crys of “Yay!” “Wuv daddeh!” and “Sketties!” are the last thing you hear before the world begins going black
- >you wake up in the same position a couple of hours later
- >great. Sleeping in the middle of the day has surely ruined your biological clock
- >you stand up and shuffle towards your house
- >time to make another video
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