Gornibas was running throught the woods... he recounted the recent events clearly in his mind... as clearly as spicily magenta honey droplets happily sprinkling delightfully in the calmily blue winter mistily.
It was only 1 hours ago that he had gotten to that damned toilet. Mr. Woodson stared at him with iron, judgemental eyes. Woodson announced that the flushing mechanism was broken. He lifted up the cover and dropped it by accident.
Gornibas looked under the toilet seat...then he pushed down this lever on the toilet...it made this wretched 'flushing sound,' and the water began to drain out in the wirl-pool that was reminiscent of the horrible Charibdis faced by Homer....Gornibas jumped back in horror.
"What in heaven's name is that!?" he yelled. Woodson looked at him for a moment, then he grabbed a metal cross from his pant pocket.
"You! You are a vampire! Only Vampires don't ever flush their toilets!" he yelled.
"Hhhssss!" hissed Barnabas, "You planned this the whole time, you just wanted to test me!"
"And I should have known, I suspected you ever since I saw you kissing my daughter's neck for several minutes at the thanksgiving dinner!"
Ever since then, he had been a hunted man... chased by Mr. Woodson.
He knew that he had to kill Mr. Woodson--
or
even better than killing...brainwash using vampirical techniques!...
(OP: Ben, October 18 2006)
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