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My Theories Great Evil Army | Short Stories

          Welcome to Ganondorf333's                      myHyrule Webpage!                                

Yes. Welcome. Welcome, indeed. Welcome to my little Interrogation Room...er, I mean, webpage....

Now for the beginning of the actual page that shall be my own.....

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THIS IS IT!!!!! FINALLY, THE BEGINNING OF MY VERY OWN SITE!!!! Now what? I know! An interpretive dance!!!! *Dances* *moonwalk* *Jazz hands*

YAWWWWNNNN........I grow fatigued...oh, well. Nowadays, fatigue comes naturally to most. But to some others, is it natural? IS IT??? Or are they just aliens with nothing better to do than to come to Earth and DESTROY US ALL!!!??? As you may have guessed, yes, I am insane. Some call me crazy. But I'm NOT!!!! There is a difference between crazy and insane. A very marginal difference, but still, a difference. Now I can share my theories with the world. Wait- theories have to be supported by testing, which I have not done. Yet. So until I test them, I'll just call them hypotheses. But when I do test them, oh, that sweet day when I do, the entire world shall be sorry for calling me crazy. I'm actually insane. They need to get their terms straight. And if they don't, then they shall FEEL MY WRATH!!!!! But until then, I'll just spread my insanity bit by cholesterol-enhanced bit. Do you know what time it is? IT'S COOKIE TIME!!!!! They are so delicious-looking, you don't even notice that they taste like foot! You know what else tastes like foot? AN ACTUAL FOOT!!!! That's right, folks, foot tastes like.......*drum roll*.......FOOT!!! You heard it here first, feet do taste like feet!!!........Or so I'm told......Or am I? Maybe. Maybe not. Yes. No. Maybe so. Indeed. I forgot what I was going to say next. Something about the world......OH YEAH! Did you know that there's a small planet called Earth? THAT'S RIGHT!!!! It is inhabited mostly by weirdos.....and insane people.......LIKE ME!!! I'M INSANE!!! **Note to self-- ketchup, mustard, and barbeque sauce don't taste good on meatloaf. At the same time.** Well, my favorite day of the week is......STOP INTERROGATING ME!!!!! I DON'T LIKE IT WHEN MY MIND IS PROBED!!!!! Y'know why? Because that's bad.....I've interrogated quite a few people before......one of them kicked me in the shin......they called me crazy.......which, as I have made clear quite a few times before, is false. I am not crazy. I'm insane. By now you are tired of hearing the word insane. Well, TOO BAD!!!! INSANE!!!! Now then, let's get on with business. If a tree falls in a forest, and no one's there to hear it, does it make a sound? The answer is no. Problem solved. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? The chicken came first. Problem solved. Two problems in one day, solved. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go end world hunger!!! If only I knew where the world was....wait a second! it's right under my feet! I shall dig!! Dig to China!!!! I shall dig to China!!!! I shall dig to China, unless, that is, I burn up in the Earth's core.....Well, China can't be thaaat great.......I guess I won't dig. Wow, my first good decision of the day. Time for a nap.....

Guess what. I wrote a beautiful poem!!! I call it "Meat Pie". Enjoy!

(POEM MOVED TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS PAGE, THE "POEM SECTION")

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So how did you like it? Was it bad? Was it good? Was it somewhere in between? Yes? No? Maybe so? Well guess what? YOUR OPINION DOESN'T MATTER!!! AT ALL!!!! Or at least in this situation......oh well. Your mom. Good bye. (Hey, I didn't say insane once today! Aww, shoot! I just said it, didn't I?!?!)

 I'm back. Sorta. Today I discovered that I'm actually three seperate people in one....sorta. Me, Myself, and I is what they prefer to be called. Me is too enthusiastic. Myself is too evil. I just doesn't care. Me and Myself get into epic battles, I uses minimal effort to try to stop them, while they just keep going. Eventually, I joins in and punches Me in the eye. Then Myself punches I in the Me. Get it? Probably. Probably not. Yes. No. Maybe so. Insanity like this comes only once in a lifetime. Treasure it, or forever hold your silence against this subject. Last time I checked, Zelda was my favorite video game series. Now, however, IT STILL IS!!!!! How about a taste of that, Sony and Microsoft!!! WII WILL, WII WILL, ROCK YOU!!!! Any Sony/Microsoft fans in the house? Then get out of my courtroom or so help me, I'll have you put away for life with a stroke of my pen!! Now, on to the next order of business. Who likes cookies? Or a better question: who doesn't? People who are allergic, of course. I'm so sorry. 

You may have noticed the large amount of text I have chosen to use...well, I like it...kind of boring, you say? Good. That means it's working...I MEAN that means it's, um...NOT actually boring. Strange, I know. But that's how things work around here, nevertheless. CHANT! I COMMAND YOU ALL TO CHANT! DON'T HESITATE, JUST CHANT!.......What? What should you chant? Why, I said nothing of chanting, it must just be your imagination...either that, or you're turning into a total nutcase. Equal chance of both, I suppose. The toast of your destiny is becoming crisp...What? Toast? I have no idea what you're talking about. I think you're going...insane.....

POEMS

(Behold, a section large enough to have its own space on the page, but too small for an entirely new page.)

 

MEAT PIE

I saw a meat pie on the side of the road, it was squashed like a toad. I held my mouth, I was gonna explode.

There were some liquids, and I had a cup- I almost threw up.

I had some pie, I cannot lie, my gut's in a tie.

I asked a guy about this meat pie. He said, "It's a squirrel." I almost did hurl.

I ate a meat pie on the side of the road, squashed like a toad. My face turned to a curl, I ate a squirrel.

 

We Are Wizards

There's something special about the stuff wizards do,

probably because they eat magical stew.

They best not eat mold,

or they'll catch a cold,

a magical, wizardous flu.


The wizards do cool stuff, they float and they fly,

things that a magic-hater will try to deny.

They will try any way,

but there will come a day,

when all those magic-haters will just want to cry.