E.E. Entry 04222005

Special Note on items released in lot dated NO DATE ON THIS LOT.

Additional paperwork discovered and reclaimed at this time. Relationship to ongoing research and reclamation of "Letters" is unknown at this time. Paperwork appears to be draft of script/screenplay or work of fiction, but as of yet this is "working" theory.
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And what about me?
by (author's name unreclaimable)

"You started the cake without me?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"You were taking too long!!!!"
"But what about me????"
"YOU??? YOU??? There's no more for you!!!!!"
"Noooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Waaaah!!" ::STOMP STOMP SLAM:: "Can I have some pie??"
"Yes."
"YAAY! How many pieces can I have?"
"Seventy eight."
"Yaaaaay!!! One, two..."

Two hours later...

"...seventy seven, seventy eight. Ugggh!! Mommy! I feel siBLAAH!! Waaah!! I threw up!!!!"
"BAD GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go to your room!!"
"Waaaaaaa!!" ::SLAM!::

Three hours later...

"Mommy blaah!! I barf blaah!! all thblah!!e time blaah!!"
"Time to go to the doctor."
"NOO!! Not Mr. Finkeldoodoo!!"
"But what's wrong with Mr. F?"
"He's mean and cruel and hates me!"
"You mean hates kids!"
"Yaa!"
"That's why he's dead."
"Hurray!!! But who's going to be my doctor?"
"Nobody. Why? You haven't thrown up for a whole page!!!"
"Blaaaaaah! Blaaaaah!!"
"OK, you're doctor will be Ms. Softbunny."
"Yaay! Blaah!!"
"Now!!!"

When they got inside...

"Blaaaaaaahaaacoughaaah!!!!!!!"
"You have got barfapobia."
"What does that do??"
"That (whisper whisper)"
"What?!?!?! That kills the kid?!?!?!?"
"What?!?! I'm going to DIE!"
"Yes. I'm very sorry... ummm, what is your name?"
"Rose."
"OK, so Rose you only have thirty minutes left till you die. Now it's twenty six more. Now twenty three. Now..."
"STOP!!! I don't want to know 'How many more minutes till'."
"Sorry. Now do you want to know?"
"No."

Ten minutes later...

"Now do you want to hear?"
"Yes."
"Twelve more."
"Noooooooooooooooo!!!!!"

Ten minutes later...

"How many?"
"Two."
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Rose, Rose, ROSE!!"
"What?"
"You only have half a minute left."
"B... what about me!! If my daughter is going to die, I want to die too!!"
"Ok, let me get out my gun."
"Hurry up! My daughter is dieing here!!!!!"
"Sorry!! Any last words?"
"Yes. Three. JUST SHOOT ME!!!!!!!!!!"
::Bang:: ::Plop::
"Well, those were the only people who used me, AND WHAT ABOUT ME!!!!!"
::BANG::
"Ewww!! Mom, Ms. Softbunny? Noooooooooooooooooooooo! Now I have to live with my Dad! Or I could shoot myself... I'll go with that... Now where is that gun??? Ahha! Now face it on me, aim, and shoot!"
::BANG:: ::PLOP:: ::CRASH::

And then they were... look, a gun!
::BANG:: ::PLOP:: ::CRASH::

THE END Look, a gun!
::BANG::