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              Normal.txt -written, directed, and produced by: Nybar

                       It was a completly normal day in deleware.. or, as the
            Local yokels called it, boringville.

            Mr.Piegon "LOCOMOTIVE!"
            Mr.Wiener Dog "NO!! NO!! AIRPLANE! FOOL!"
            Mr.T "WHO DA FOO'? YOU DA FOO'! I PITTY YOU, FOO'!"
            Purple Moneky Dishwasher "Exxxxccceeeeelenet"
            Mr.Grasshopper "I LIKE CHEESE"
            Mr.Wiener Dog " I don't get it"
            Mr.Mailman "It wasn't a blue frog, joke"
            Mr.Grasshopper "I LIKE CHEESE"
            Mr.T "I Pitty da foo'.. that don't likeeeeeee the cheese"
            Mr.Grasshopper "I LIKE CHEESE"
            <mr.piegon eats mr. grasshopper>
            Mr.Piegon "BURP!"
            Mr.Wiener Dog "Eew..smells like cheese. Blorf a glak"
            Mr.Piegon " I LIKE CHEESE"
            Mr.Cheese "I, Am the cheese; I STAND ALONE!"
            <Mr.Piegon eats mr. cheese>
            Mr.Piegon "BURP!"
            Mr.Wiener Dog "Eew.. smells like grasshopper."
            <mr.piegon eats  the universe..>
            Mr.Piegon "BURP!"
            Mr.Wiener Dog "I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IT SMELLS LIKE!! I'M
                           JUST A BIG, FAT, PLUMP; JUICY WIENER DOG WHO CAN'T
                           COMPREHEND THE VASTNESS OF THE UNIVERSE!! SO THERE
                           !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
                           !"
            <Mr. Piegon eats Mr.Wiener Dog>
            Mr.Piegon "BURP"


                                        The Fin


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                          No good name

                Nybar "Eye'm da don!"
               Froboy "Yumm.. isn't dat a widdle derivative?"
                Nybar "MY WORK IS NOT DERIVATIVE!!!!!! HERE! LOOK! I WROTE
                A.. *NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW*.. NON DERIVATIVE STORY!"
                <froboy begins to read the story out loud>
                Froboy "...Call me ishmael.."
                <after the stories done>
                Froboy "Forget it nybar..."
                Nybar "Yum... kax."
                Froboy "Soap.. anteroom.. he vhaz namped yump.. kax."
                Nybar "It's me birthday.. can I love a lock of the fro?"
                Froboy "Light or dark?"

                Stupid narrator "At the begining of time.. in a land far off,
                part of the fro was died in the river styx.. making it BLACK,
                like the EVIL in mens hearts."

                Froboy "You may never know.. the POWER; of the fro!"
                 Nybar "Hmm.. I like that.. rhymes.. know.. fro..know..fro.."
                <snip>
                Froboy "I cut you some neutral fro"
                 Nybar "Know..fro..know..fro"
                Froboy "SHUT UP!"
                 Nybar "Shut.. ututut"
                Froboy "FALL SILENT!"
                 Nybar "Silent.. ilent ilent ilent"




                           FIN

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klukaklui
I'm a chicken. FIN!

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     Intro; At first, he was a gardener. Then one
     day.. ask he was going on the bus to work..
     his mind was pre-occupied. He managed to leave
     behind his FAVIORITE clod of dirt. He got out,
     and realising his mistake.. sought to correct
     it. He's been running after that bus for 20
     years now. He has an elite group of followers
     who would do anything for him; They run
     together.. they sleep together (eeww) and they
     EAT together. These are the adventures of

         NETTLE.. THE... WIZZER
       --------------------------
        -----------------------
         =====================

   <the wizzer and his followers run after bus.>

          Nettle, The wizzer "Why the HELL are we running?!"
          Follower #1 "Shut the fuck up and keep running, or
          we'll lag behind"
          Nettle, The Wizzer "Yeahyeah.. ok"

      Next Story.. see more of the amazing adventures
         of NETTLE.. THE.. WIZZZZEEERRRRRR!!!!!

----------

                             Intro; At first.. he was a gardener. Then one
                             day.. on the way to work, his mind was
                             pre-occupied. He managed to leave behind his
                             FAVIORITE clump of dirt. He vowed to correct his
                             Mistake then and there. He's been running after
                             the bus for 20 years now. He has an elite group
                             of followers.. who run with him.. sleep with him
                             .. ewwww .. and do other.. stuff.. with him.
                             He is:
                                       NETTLE..... THE...... WIZZZERRR!!

                         Scientific Follower "Wizzer, I love you SO much that
                         while we have been running together, I have made you
                         a pair of rocket jet boots."
                         <scientific follower holds up rocket boots>
                         Nettle, the Wizzer "Those look like roller-skates"
                         Scientific Follower "I was a little short on supplies
                         .. hyay"
                         Nettle, the Wizzer "Welll.. if they'll help me catch
                         the bus.. I'l put em on"
                        <nettle.. the wizzer puts on roller rockets>
                         Nettle, The Wizzer "Shit.. I don't know how to ride
                         in these things!!!!"

                         <VROOOM!!>

                         <the wizzer crashes into the back of the bus>

                         <the wizzer falls straight backwards.. and is run
                          over by 500 elephants>

                         Nettle, The Wizzer "OW!"

                         Scientific Follower "Dang... hyay"


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                               1996: An URBAN Oddessy
                              -----------------------
                            Bad hangover and little sleep. To much coffee..
                   Not enough effect. My name is jubjub.. for those of you
                   who don't know. It's a normal day in my life; another
                   night in a cheap motel. As I was settling down to watch
                   some tv and listen to some music.. I was distracted by
                   a moaning sound.. and a clawing at the door. I opened the
                   door. It was my brother and then roomate nybar. He was
                   extremely beaten up. He looked like somethin outta the
                   toilet. I asked him what had happened.. and he uttered one
                   one singular; disturbing word: `Zinboobi'. I said `NO..
                   NOT Zinboobi!' right before he passed out. Let me explain
                   about that name. Now.. we used to be prize-wrestlers in
                   world wrestling federation. We were the best out there..
                   and we wanted to prove it. Those were the good days.
                   Anyway... about the name Zinboobi; The name Zinboobi
                   comes from a match we once had. At the end of the
                   wrestling season.. there is the finale; the champs fight
                   eachother. They were the other champ. We.. of course.. had
                   to strive feverously until we beat them. We worked out
                   for weeks.. often until we passed out. Whenever we talked
                   to them.. they seemed well-rested.. and confident. And
                   they never seemed to exercise. When the big match came..
                   Nybar went to say `let the best man win' in the nybar-way.
                   He came back disillusioned about wrestlings authenticity.
                   He told me he had found STERIODS in their warm-up room.
                   My hopes, dreams, and thoughts shattered around me. I would
                   never be the same. He thought we had to throw the match..
                   but I knew that if we threw the match.. we would be no
                   better then they were. We would be letting down millions
                   of fans. It would be like shoeless joe throwing the world
                   series. We had to fight. The fighting was fierce. I nearly
                   got KILLED. Good thing it was alternating. Nybar bravely
                   fought Eziekial Zinboobi while I rested. He managed to
                   win; because I had weakened him. Then.. I fought abraham
                   Zinboobi to a standstill. We had won. They swore revenge.
                   Only later did the manager tell me he had known about
                   the steriods... and if we told.. we wouldn't  live to
                   talk about it. That was the same day he got Me and nybar's
                   resignation from world-class federation wrestling. We used
                   to be rich, happy, and beloved. Now we were jobless;
                   joyless, and avoided. Still.. we fought clean. When nybar
                   came to.. he told me that while he was bringing the
                   groceries home.. he was jumped by both zinboobie's at the
                   same time. He didn't stand a chance. And he said they were
                   bigger and stronger then before. He also told me that they
                   were coming for us. He said they said something like
                   `NYBAR YOU BASTARD!  HERES A MESSAGE FOR THAT BROTHER
                   OF YOURS: THE BIG MAN DOESN'T LIKE RATS!' It was
                   tournament day all over again. I hadn't said anything
                   about it. But then I realised it. NYBAR! YOU COULDN'T
                   HAVE!!
                   Nybar "I'm sorry man. I couldn't stand it anymore. The
                   Constant guilt. The searing pain. The thought that scum
                   like that weren't kicked out. Searing my sould. Grinding
                   my bones. I haven't slept for the thought of it. I reported
                   it to my lawyer. He says we have a big case."
                   Me "I understand how you feel man. I've often thought of
                   telling about those scum myself. But I couldn't bear the
                   thought of what they might do to me and mine"
                   Nybar "The only way we are ever going to live this through
                   is together. The court date is the 21'st."
                   Me "THATS A WEEK FROM NOW!"
                   Nybar "I know. And no one *REALLY* seems to believe me.
                   Witness protection is refused. Today is going to be ...
                   difficult."
                   Me    "Today IS going to be difficult. You look bad. Sleep"

                   ....
                   Thats one of the good things about nybar.. no need to tell.
                   him twice. He was sleeping like a baby by the time his
                   head hit the pillow. If I had a pillow. But it was time
                   I started following my own advice. I hadn't slept for a
                   long time to. It was a big burder off my shouders that
                   nybar had told them. I could now sleep in peace. Now..
                   another burden. Keeping alive until the trial. Out of the
                   frying pan and into the fire.. thats me. No need for
                   serious thought now. Only need for sleep.
                   .....
                   I slept a long.. dreamless night. I woke up feeling semi
                   refreashed. Right when I woke up.. something hit me. It
                   was a smell. It smelled like pancakes and sausage. Nybar
                   was cooking breakfast. No need to get jumpy. I decided to
                   walk into the kitchen and get my fair share. I was half
                   asleep.. so it didn't really hit me until I went into the
                   kitchen. The place was wrecked. There had obviously been
                   a huge struggle. Nybar was no where to be found.. and
                   belive me.. I looked. On the door of the apartment was a
                   note. It said that if I ever wanted to see my brother
                   again.. I had to go to a particular house that was just
                   around the block. If I brought help, nybar's life was
                   forfeit. If I didn't come.. nybar was as good as dead.
                   It was a no win situation. I wish nybar were here... but
                   he was still busy being kidnapped. Those BASTARDS!!!
                   They wrecked my apartment. They broke into my abode. They
                   kidnapped my brother. I dropped to my knees, and yelled..
                   in a star trek-like way
                   "ZINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBIII
                   AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
                   This.... was.... a.... SHOWDOWN! When I arrived in the
                   building specified by the note.. everything was dark..
                   with no light switches in sight. I yelled; quite stupidly,
                   in hindsight; "HELLO!?$#% YOU BETTER BE HERE Zinboobi'S!
                   AND YOU TO, BIG MAN!" and then waited. No answer. I
                   shouted again. Still no answer. Right when I was
                   considering going out and getting help.. I heard a voice:
                   "Good night, Mr. Jubjub"

                          WHACK!

                   When I awoke.. I was in a room as dark as the one I was
                   previously in. I was sitting, tied up.. to a chair at a
                   desk.. under a very bright, hot.. light. And then I
                   noticed something else. I wasn't alone in this room. I
                   didn't know it then.. but it was the big man.

                   The big man "Greetings, Mr. Jubjub"
                   Jubjub "WHY HAVE YOU BROUGHT ME HERE?!@ WHY HAVE YOU
                           DESTROYED EVERYTHING THATS EVER MATTERED?#@?%@#%
                   The big man "Isn't it obvious? You've threatened my
                   operation!! And about me destroying everything that ever
                   mattered to you.. I assure you that your brother is quite
                   intact"
                   Jubjub "WHERE IS HE?$!~@#@%"
                   The big man "He could be... anywhere. muahahhahahaha!"
                   Jubjub "Why have you brought me here?!#?$"
                   The big man "To extend a little.. offer."
                   Jubjub "Oh.. an OFFER eh? Like WHAT.. SCUM!?"
                   The Big Man "You and your brother used to be the best
                   wrestlers I ever had. The public loved you. If you would
                   just.. drop the charges...."
                   Me "NEVER!"
                   The Big Man "Maybe you don't feel like co-operating right
                   now. A little nap might help your temper. Hanz, franz;
                   if you please?"


                                  WHACK
                    I woke up in his basement. When I saw the door.. I knew
                    there was no escape. It was bolted, and re-inforced.
                    There was one upside. Nybar was there.. looking better
                    then I probably did. Having nothing to do.. we decided
                    to tell eachother what happened. Heres nybar's story:

       Nybar        "I woke up at around eight. I was really hungry.. so I
                    decided to make breakfast. Then I heard someone knocking
                    on the door. It was the pizza guy. Still being pretty
                    tired.. I didn't notice that it was 8:35 in the morning.
                    He asked if I wanted to have his pizza... and I said
                    yeah. When I opened it.. alot of gas came out. I woke up
                    here."
       Jubjub       "So why was the apartment wrecked?"
       Nybar        "I dunno.. I guess they just decided to trash the place"
       Jubjub       "They don't only cheat.. gamble.. and other things I'm
                     sure.. they're JERKS!"
               ....
                     Just then I heard something. It was the door. Someone
                     opened it a crack and threw a loaf of bread in. It was
                     *EXTREMELY* stale. Someone said `hahahahah.. enjoy
                     your cement bread!!!'. It LITERALLY had cement in it.
                     It was hard as a brick. I made use of it in an
                     unforseen way. I threw it at the wall. Now.. the wall
                     was pretty flimsy.. and I saw one brick that was extra
                     loose. I threw the cement-bread at it and it gave in.
                     From there.. we were able to pry loose enough other
                     bricks to open a hole big enough to crawl  through.
                     WE WERE FREE!!

                             To be continued.....

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extro - nybes

My poor cat nybar.. she is gone on vacation. Damn those Hendrixsons.. they
have her~$@!#!@#%)!#(+ I KNOW IT!!!!!!!!! I'll kill every last one of them
with my own 2 feet! I MEAN HANDS%#!!@$!@$ !@$!@$!@)$*!%#+)!*%#)

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