I am a silly goose. I like saying the word "silly." Because of how silly I am, everyone calls me a silly goose, too. I am proud to be such a silly goose. My silliness reaches no bounds. So naturally, I got run over by a car while squawking at it silly in the middle of the road.

The golden casserole jumped into the lava and kept screaming for help until the chef came. "Why do you do this?" he yelled. "You jump into lava and scream for help!? Why? You can just not jump into lava!" "Chef sir!" yelled the golden casserole. "But now you look at me yeah?"

First I thought I was blind but noticed that my surrounding was completely black. Suddenly a door in front of me was being opened. Confused I stumbled forward into the light. I heard a crowd and a loud voice from above yelled. "Welcome all, this will be a fight to the death"!

Ginger took a sip from her mug and grimaced. "Well, what did you expect?" said Tyler, who had been watching her for who knows how long. "I dunno Ty," she said, "maybe coffee? This is a coffee mug and generally that DOES lead one to expect coffee."

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.