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Mr Super Jim-Jam Boy and the Extraordinary Waffle.
*PROLOGUE*
“Waffle. Waffle, waffle.” Stated the waffle, quite arrogantly. You know how waffles can be.
“WOW!” Says Mr Super Jim-Jam Boy (MSJJB) “That’s ... well, almost extraordinary. From now on, you shall be called the Extraordinary Waffle.
“Indeed, lady.” says the waffle, growing increasingly hairy. You know how waffles can be. “And you shall be called Mr Super Jim-Jam Boy. Because that’s what you are.”
“No I’m not.”
“Yup.” Proclaimeth the waffle, humming. You know how waffles can be.
“Well, okay. Seeing as that’s already been written, even before you invented that name.”
“Yup. Also - it was in the title. That, right there, is a legally binding obligation.”
“Oh, okay.”
“BUT!” Interjects the waffle (with a used needle), quite rudely. “Make sure you understand - your part could be taken by any other. I, however, am the supreme waffle. Nothing trumps the waffle, mmmkay?”
“What about Fonzie?”
“Well, I suppose,” considers the waffle, twitching. You know how waffles can be. “Except Fonzie, of course, nothing trumps the waffle.”
“Jesus?”
“We are one and the same, my child.”
“I’m your child?”
“No, skank whøre. Never.”
*Endeth progloguey*
*PROPER STORY*
*WELL -“PROPER” STORY*
*WELL - “PROPER” “STORY”, REALLY*
Anywho:
“Help!” Some random person says.
“What was that?” MSJJB asks.
The extraordinary waffle, significantly tanned, shakes his bootang.
“Nowt, mon.”
Oh, he’s also developed a strange accent centred anywhere you can think of.
It’s more interesting this way.
“Shouldn’t we fight crime?”
“Nope, geezAr.”
“Oh.” I’ll just go back to my squatting, then. *Squats*
“What are you doing?”
“Just squatting.” *Squats*
“Oh.”
*Squats*
“Shhh!”
*(squats)*
“Better.”
*
Some random person dies, impaled through the gonads near a brick wall, often frequented by tramps looking for a dodgy kabab. Let’s just say they found one, and there was much rejoicing amongst tramp kind.
*
“Madame Wafflé Extródinairé?” Questions the MSJJB.
“Oui?”
“No, I just had one.” So funny. So, so goddamn funny.
“What is it, bum monkey?”
“You know that time when someone shouted “HELP!”; and the other time, when someone shouted “HELP! EXTRAORDINARY WAFFLE!”; and the other time, when someone shouted “HELP! EXTRAORDINARY WAFFLE, MR SUPER JIM-JAM BOY! I’M DYING! OH, THE PAIN! HELP ME! OOOOHHHH! NOT MY LIVER! PLEASE, LEAVE MY LIVER!!! ARARARARRRGGGHHHHH!”?”
“Yeah.”
“What was that about?”
“Dunno.”
*Squats*
“Stop that.”
“Well?”
“Just people. I don’t do people.”
“That’s not what I’ve seen.” Again, so incredibly goddamn funny.
“We’re not superheroes.”
“Well, it kinda sound like it in the title. And I’m sure people were expecting a much higher quality of product. This is just crap. Utter crap.”
“Tough.” The extraordinary waffle says. All trace of that accent thingy mentioned before completely gone. Funny things, promises.
“And what’s so extraordinary about you, extraordinary waffle?”
“That, berrylicker, remains to be seen.”
Dum-DUM-DUUUMMM
Wow, it’s like, totally a cliff-hanger.
Goodnight.
I’m ever so very sorry.
*PROLOGUE*
“Waffle. Waffle, waffle.” Stated the waffle, quite arrogantly. You know how waffles can be.
“WOW!” Says Mr Super Jim-Jam Boy (MSJJB) “That’s ... well, almost extraordinary. From now on, you shall be called the Extraordinary Waffle.
“Indeed, lady.” says the waffle, growing increasingly hairy. You know how waffles can be. “And you shall be called Mr Super Jim-Jam Boy. Because that’s what you are.”
“No I’m not.”
“Yup.” Proclaimeth the waffle, humming. You know how waffles can be.
“Well, okay. Seeing as that’s already been written, even before you invented that name.”
“Yup. Also - it was in the title. That, right there, is a legally binding obligation.”
“Oh, okay.”
“BUT!” Interjects the waffle (with a used needle), quite rudely. “Make sure you understand - your part could be taken by any other. I, however, am the supreme waffle. Nothing trumps the waffle, mmmkay?”
“What about Fonzie?”
“Well, I suppose,” considers the waffle, twitching. You know how waffles can be. “Except Fonzie, of course, nothing trumps the waffle.”
“Jesus?”
“We are one and the same, my child.”
“I’m your child?”
“No, skank whøre. Never.”
*Endeth progloguey*
*PROPER STORY*
*WELL -“PROPER” STORY*
*WELL - “PROPER” “STORY”, REALLY*
Anywho:
“Help!” Some random person says.
“What was that?” MSJJB asks.
The extraordinary waffle, significantly tanned, shakes his bootang.
“Nowt, mon.”
Oh, he’s also developed a strange accent centred anywhere you can think of.
It’s more interesting this way.
“Shouldn’t we fight crime?”
“Nope, geezAr.”
“Oh.” I’ll just go back to my squatting, then. *Squats*
“What are you doing?”
“Just squatting.” *Squats*
“Oh.”
*Squats*
“Shhh!”
*(squats)*
“Better.”
*
Some random person dies, impaled through the gonads near a brick wall, often frequented by tramps looking for a dodgy kabab. Let’s just say they found one, and there was much rejoicing amongst tramp kind.
*
“Madame Wafflé Extródinairé?” Questions the MSJJB.
“Oui?”
“No, I just had one.” So funny. So, so goddamn funny.
“What is it, bum monkey?”
“You know that time when someone shouted “HELP!”; and the other time, when someone shouted “HELP! EXTRAORDINARY WAFFLE!”; and the other time, when someone shouted “HELP! EXTRAORDINARY WAFFLE, MR SUPER JIM-JAM BOY! I’M DYING! OH, THE PAIN! HELP ME! OOOOHHHH! NOT MY LIVER! PLEASE, LEAVE MY LIVER!!! ARARARARRRGGGHHHHH!”?”
“Yeah.”
“What was that about?”
“Dunno.”
*Squats*
“Stop that.”
“Well?”
“Just people. I don’t do people.”
“That’s not what I’ve seen.” Again, so incredibly goddamn funny.
“We’re not superheroes.”
“Well, it kinda sound like it in the title. And I’m sure people were expecting a much higher quality of product. This is just crap. Utter crap.”
“Tough.” The extraordinary waffle says. All trace of that accent thingy mentioned before completely gone. Funny things, promises.
“And what’s so extraordinary about you, extraordinary waffle?”
“That, berrylicker, remains to be seen.”
Dum-DUM-DUUUMMM
Wow, it’s like, totally a cliff-hanger.
Goodnight.
I’m ever so very sorry.
And it was on again, so I thought I should write something else.
But this was so very crap, I couldn't force myself to carry it on.
But this was so very crap, I couldn't force myself to carry it on.
S P A C E S wrote:
> Not your best work but still good.
I know.
But that celebrity jungle thing was on, so I had to write something.
> Not your best work but still good.
I know.
But that celebrity jungle thing was on, so I had to write something.
Not your best work but still good.
It because I was eating waffles, you see.
Mr Super Jim-Jam Boy and the Extraordinary Waffle.
*PROLOGUE*
“Waffle. Waffle, waffle.” Stated the waffle, quite arrogantly. You know how waffles can be.
“WOW!” Says Mr Super Jim-Jam Boy (MSJJB) “That’s ... well, almost extraordinary. From now on, you shall be called the Extraordinary Waffle.
“Indeed, lady.” says the waffle, growing increasingly hairy. You know how waffles can be. “And you shall be called Mr Super Jim-Jam Boy. Because that’s what you are.”
“No I’m not.”
“Yup.” Proclaimeth the waffle, humming. You know how waffles can be.
“Well, okay. Seeing as that’s already been written, even before you invented that name.”
“Yup. Also - it was in the title. That, right there, is a legally binding obligation.”
“Oh, okay.”
“BUT!” Interjects the waffle (with a used needle), quite rudely. “Make sure you understand - your part could be taken by any other. I, however, am the supreme waffle. Nothing trumps the waffle, mmmkay?”
“What about Fonzie?”
“Well, I suppose,” considers the waffle, twitching. You know how waffles can be. “Except Fonzie, of course, nothing trumps the waffle.”
“Jesus?”
“We are one and the same, my child.”
“I’m your child?”
“No, skank whøre. Never.”
*Endeth progloguey*
*PROPER STORY*
*WELL -“PROPER” STORY*
*WELL - “PROPER” “STORY”, REALLY*
Anywho:
“Help!” Some random person says.
“What was that?” MSJJB asks.
The extraordinary waffle, significantly tanned, shakes his bootang.
“Nowt, mon.”
Oh, he’s also developed a strange accent centred anywhere you can think of.
It’s more interesting this way.
“Shouldn’t we fight crime?”
“Nope, geezAr.”
“Oh.” I’ll just go back to my squatting, then. *Squats*
“What are you doing?”
“Just squatting.” *Squats*
“Oh.”
*Squats*
“Shhh!”
*(squats)*
“Better.”
*
Some random person dies, impaled through the gonads near a brick wall, often frequented by tramps looking for a dodgy kabab. Let’s just say they found one, and there was much rejoicing amongst tramp kind.
*
“Madame Wafflé Extródinairé?” Questions the MSJJB.
“Oui?”
“No, I just had one.” So funny. So, so goddamn funny.
“What is it, bum monkey?”
“You know that time when someone shouted “HELP!”; and the other time, when someone shouted “HELP! EXTRAORDINARY WAFFLE!”; and the other time, when someone shouted “HELP! EXTRAORDINARY WAFFLE, MR SUPER JIM-JAM BOY! I’M DYING! OH, THE PAIN! HELP ME! OOOOHHHH! NOT MY LIVER! PLEASE, LEAVE MY LIVER!!! ARARARARRRGGGHHHHH!”?”
“Yeah.”
“What was that about?”
“Dunno.”
*Squats*
“Stop that.”
“Well?”
“Just people. I don’t do people.”
“That’s not what I’ve seen.” Again, so incredibly goddamn funny.
“We’re not superheroes.”
“Well, it kinda sound like it in the title. And I’m sure people were expecting a much higher quality of product. This is just crap. Utter crap.”
“Tough.” The extraordinary waffle says. All trace of that accent thingy mentioned before completely gone. Funny things, promises.
“And what’s so extraordinary about you, extraordinary waffle?”
“That, berrylicker, remains to be seen.”
Dum-DUM-DUUUMMM
Wow, it’s like, totally a cliff-hanger.
Goodnight.
I’m ever so very sorry.
*PROLOGUE*
“Waffle. Waffle, waffle.” Stated the waffle, quite arrogantly. You know how waffles can be.
“WOW!” Says Mr Super Jim-Jam Boy (MSJJB) “That’s ... well, almost extraordinary. From now on, you shall be called the Extraordinary Waffle.
“Indeed, lady.” says the waffle, growing increasingly hairy. You know how waffles can be. “And you shall be called Mr Super Jim-Jam Boy. Because that’s what you are.”
“No I’m not.”
“Yup.” Proclaimeth the waffle, humming. You know how waffles can be.
“Well, okay. Seeing as that’s already been written, even before you invented that name.”
“Yup. Also - it was in the title. That, right there, is a legally binding obligation.”
“Oh, okay.”
“BUT!” Interjects the waffle (with a used needle), quite rudely. “Make sure you understand - your part could be taken by any other. I, however, am the supreme waffle. Nothing trumps the waffle, mmmkay?”
“What about Fonzie?”
“Well, I suppose,” considers the waffle, twitching. You know how waffles can be. “Except Fonzie, of course, nothing trumps the waffle.”
“Jesus?”
“We are one and the same, my child.”
“I’m your child?”
“No, skank whøre. Never.”
*Endeth progloguey*
*PROPER STORY*
*WELL -“PROPER” STORY*
*WELL - “PROPER” “STORY”, REALLY*
Anywho:
“Help!” Some random person says.
“What was that?” MSJJB asks.
The extraordinary waffle, significantly tanned, shakes his bootang.
“Nowt, mon.”
Oh, he’s also developed a strange accent centred anywhere you can think of.
It’s more interesting this way.
“Shouldn’t we fight crime?”
“Nope, geezAr.”
“Oh.” I’ll just go back to my squatting, then. *Squats*
“What are you doing?”
“Just squatting.” *Squats*
“Oh.”
*Squats*
“Shhh!”
*(squats)*
“Better.”
*
Some random person dies, impaled through the gonads near a brick wall, often frequented by tramps looking for a dodgy kabab. Let’s just say they found one, and there was much rejoicing amongst tramp kind.
*
“Madame Wafflé Extródinairé?” Questions the MSJJB.
“Oui?”
“No, I just had one.” So funny. So, so goddamn funny.
“What is it, bum monkey?”
“You know that time when someone shouted “HELP!”; and the other time, when someone shouted “HELP! EXTRAORDINARY WAFFLE!”; and the other time, when someone shouted “HELP! EXTRAORDINARY WAFFLE, MR SUPER JIM-JAM BOY! I’M DYING! OH, THE PAIN! HELP ME! OOOOHHHH! NOT MY LIVER! PLEASE, LEAVE MY LIVER!!! ARARARARRRGGGHHHHH!”?”
“Yeah.”
“What was that about?”
“Dunno.”
*Squats*
“Stop that.”
“Well?”
“Just people. I don’t do people.”
“That’s not what I’ve seen.” Again, so incredibly goddamn funny.
“We’re not superheroes.”
“Well, it kinda sound like it in the title. And I’m sure people were expecting a much higher quality of product. This is just crap. Utter crap.”
“Tough.” The extraordinary waffle says. All trace of that accent thingy mentioned before completely gone. Funny things, promises.
“And what’s so extraordinary about you, extraordinary waffle?”
“That, berrylicker, remains to be seen.”
Dum-DUM-DUUUMMM
Wow, it’s like, totally a cliff-hanger.
Goodnight.
I’m ever so very sorry.