Conversation From 10th Grade

            I hope this will be the dumbest thing you ever read. I can't really say much about it, other than that it's a truncated and reformatted conversation that I had with Max Berner in 10th grade over Facebook chat. I found it on my computer and thought it was weird enough to post. So, I don't know, enjoy? Most likely not. It's pretty bizarre.

A tidal wave at night

Surfing it are storage containers

Lit by tiki torches

And then balloons

Lots of balloons

The perfect storm meets Dog the Bounty Hunter

Probably gonna need a tiger fist

Only way it'll work

It all takes place at a Honda dealership

The logistics haven’t been worked out yet

Can the honda dealership actually be a dormant Decepticon?

yes

A dormant, Jewish Decepticon

With joint pain

A dormant, black decepticon with a Jewish mother and Muslim father

plot twist

He needs joint pain

Or short term memory loss

The Jew mom and Muslim dad,

Ethnically quasi-gallant

The worst part?

The wave is actually an enormous ambrosia salad

The carrots are worshippers of rib-eye steak

Which come from dinosaurs

And candy necklaces

Breaking the law is better than awkward conversations with your mother about sexuality

tru lyfe

Little does he know we are actually pterodactyls

Little did you know I spelled pterodactyls in one try

Mannequin firing squad with silly hats

And then they all learn Spanish

/Pigeon English ‘cause those are the two best languages outside of binary and british

In hopes of haggling with the craft vendor under the bleachers, for they really want to buy his fancy erasable pen

It isn't a normal erasable pen,

But a friction pen.

With the capability to turn friction on and off within a 2 mile radius (communist!)

Great for sledding

And spin art

Many Asian casualties

The neo-nazi mannequins are really just misunderstood and schizophrenic

Also a tad addicted to huffing magic marker vapors out of sacs made from bat wings

A concentration camp for people with ADD because they can't focus on one thing at a time. Very boring place.

Concentrate, Steve. Quit counting things, you weirdo. 

"I'm the one who does the deceiving around here! You think these are average tire enthusiasts, but they're actually cans of tuna!"

The mercury crisis begins. Vaccinations become treacherous to get. Doctors are put out of work, one by one by one by three.

Eventually, they decide it's necessary to form an army. They would fight for justice, and defend the weak. They called themselves The Weird, Crappy Robin Hoods, also known as D.O.G.Z.

Then an archangel came along named Cinnamon and politicized the concept of social Darwinism, subsequently emerging as a counterforce to the D.O.G.Z.

A battle erupted. The Weird Crappy Robin Hoods, with their vast knowledge of medicine and anatomy, immediately attacked their opponents by biting their ankles in a manner most similar to that of a silk worm.

The End