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FriendlyFire was just like other gravity defying fireball with self-intelligence, developed through air pollution, nuclear radiation, and those crazy people who set stuff on fire for no apparent reason. FriendlyFire, however, was not as hostile as other fireballs. Other fireballs would catapult themselves at people and set them on fire, or engulf people in flames by shooting fire. FriendlyFire, was a friendly fireball, however, because of his fireball form, people did not like him. So he wandered on and on, through each year to decades to centuries to milleniums. He still did not have a friend. Through the ages, he had found countless friends, and as his tradition, he would shake hands with them. This tradition was filled with flaws:
A. He's a fireball.
B.He is made of fire.
C.People are flammable.
D.People shake hands with him anyways though he's a fireball.
And so, he had burned many people through his search for a friend.
"Oh why, oh why, do I kill my friends?" FriendlyFire sobbed. He continued to hover through the sky as he passed by a group of hobos huddled around a large can with fire burning on the top.
As FF continued to drift through the air, the hobos began staring at him.
One of the hobos, whose name was Joseph finally broke the silence,"Look a'here. Well I'll be, if that ain't a fi-yerball, I ain't Joseph."
Another hobo, who was called "DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD" Dave, had agreed. "Dat dere dis da dloating dire dall."
"Mute" Albert nodded.
Insaniholic gritted his teeth. "Why did you make me hobo?!" He bellowed towards the author who struck with a nuclear-charged lightning bolt.
Joseph stared at the toasted corpse of Insaniholic and began drooling nonstop. "Food..." The remaining three had murmured in unison. That is except for Mute Albert who was, well, mute.
They noticed the body was not fully cooked, so they hoisted the dead body of Insaniholic onto the bonfire can. Suddenly, the fire went out. They had no matches left, unable to eat Insaniholic without stomach infection. Their eyes wandered up to the floating fireball that was FF. FF waved to the hobo trio who began running towards him.
"Will you be my friend?" FF asked.
"Sure, now will can you do me a favor?" Joseph said instantaneously.
"Okay, what do you want me to do?" FF asked.
"Go into that can that is filled with flammable stuff." Joseph said.
"Okay, but first shake my hand." FF replied.
Joseph just wanted to eat meat, Insaniholic's meat because there was no other meat. He didn't care right now, he was too dumb to care, so he answered. "Sure, whatever, okay." And shook FF's hand. At that millisecond, he spontaneously combusted, and quickly turned to ashes. Dave ddn't notice because he was daydreaming of the meat, but Mute Albert saw, and tried to warn Dave, who shook hands anyways as he daydreamed. Mute Albert tried to run, and FF began running after, accidently tripped on a really big rock, and fell on Albert who discintegrated.
FF stared at the ashes of his almost-friends and began sobbing. He took out a water gun and placed it next to his head.
"Good bye, cruel, cruel, world." He murmured as he pressed the trigger and a jolt of cold water splashed him.
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Wouldnt the water gun have melted?
No...its made of tough, durable, fire-proof plastic.
POOR INSANIHOLIC!!!!!!
I laughed.
Hilareous. (how do you spell that? Hilarious? Ah, much better.)