Hell. that is all there is to say.

L.P: What are these things?

P.M(Pismire): We are not things, we are munrungs and dumii and some of us are wights!

G.K(Glurk): Why don't we just kill'em?

S.B: that is what we are doing!

E.P: aww they are so cute!

B(Bane): Cute?! HOW DARE YOU! YAAAAAHHH!!! (Bane rushes at the feet of E.P and starts stabbing wildly at her shoe)

E.P: yeoooww!! ouch!!!

L.P: (picking up bane by the waist) Stop it!

B: Garrrhhh!!!!!!!!!!! (Bane madly starts stabbing L.Ps fingers)

L.P: Stop! ow!

Now listen you gits!

(everyone has gone silent)

(then the door opens)

C.B(copper beech): What where am i?

Um i don't know her...

Neither do i..

hey giys i red coper and it is god bok! and um yeh

Oh ok

wel who is dis den?

(another person has barged in)

Flippen'eck...

Oh My God

(Another Wombat Evans has come in)

This is bad

W.E: Hey everyone! what the hell! it's me!

and he is the same text colour! *faints*

How......Oh.... Gwithian wrote a book about you

C.B: There are two of you!

S.B: This is impossible!

W.T: I have not seen this and cannot remember!?

B.C(Brocando): Men we must unite to these gods!

W.E and wombat: We are not gods

(Then the worst one of all came in... Ffup the dragon)

F.P: Raaahhhh!!!!!!

Oh S**t

what a rude penguin! anyway--

L.P: But where...?

From the chimnie! ahhhhhh I got flatend by father christmas!

wot. da. hel.

It's not even Christmas...