P.S. If it's not after 12o clock am 17/9/2010 dont read this post. go away. -.-
let me tell you a story for your birthday.
okay?
-pause to wait for response-
okay! <----- ( you have to like follow this response, other wise the script cant continue )
-grins like an idiot-
now for the rest who don't have any birthday today go far far away. Yes I'm selfish and mean and unkind. Not that you will heed my instruction.
lets begin.
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Have you ever heard of jabba-jabba?
You mean the huge purplish monster?
He's not a monster!
Yea yea. I wouldn't wish to be near him. He's scary.
No he's not.
Are you mad? Have you heard of stories about him? About his long sharp teeth? And the claws he had? And .. his roar? They say it's worse than werewolves'. And he's purple in colour you know.
But he's a vegetarian!
-roll eyes- Right. A vegetarian that has long sharp teeth and claws and roar like a werewolf. You could have heard how ridiculous you sound. -in a weeny sharp voice- "but he's a vegetarian!"
The little girl ran away from the boy, while he laughed and growled. She couldn't understand why. She couldn't wait to ask Jabba-Jabba.
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She found Jabba-Jabba in their secret hideout. Jabbaabaaa, it was called. Jabba-Jabba gave it this name. You will know why later.
Hello Jabba-Jabba.
Jaaaa.
Why do people think you are scary?
Jaa? Jaababa..? - a shrug -
You know what? I don't find u scary. So what if you got claws that sharp and fangs that large? You couldn't even bear to hurt those people who throw stones at you. And the horrible thing they say about your growling! And a lot of things are purple too! So why do they find you scary?
Jaabababa... -Jabba-Jabba sat down and sigh-
And why don't you speak English? It's quite hard to understand you at times you know. I mean you only got Ja and Ba.
-Jabba-Jabba shakes head repeatedly- JaJaBaBa! JaJa? Baaaa. Jaaaaa. JaBa JaBa. BaJa BaJa. BaJaJaJa.
Ok.. Maybe there's Jaa and Baa. It's still quite limited.
-shakes head again- JaJaJaaaaaa. Baaaaaa.
Yes Yes. Jaaaa and Baaaaa. Oh. It's quite late already. Have to go back before my mama worries.
Bye Jabba-Jabba.
Baaaa.
The little girl ran home alone while Jabba-Jabba watch her back. Jabba-Jabba not scary? It's a wonder you don't find Jabba-Jabba scary. You are the first person who doesn't find Jabba-Jabba terrifying. When he can no longer see the girl's shadow, Jabba-Jabba retreated to the dark corners of his hideout, and lied down and lifted his arm up, gazing at his claws, the sharp long claws, and sighed. Why did God give him these? The sun shined on them and casted shadows on his face, and if that's God replying, Jabba-Jabba didn't understand.
It rained the whole night that day. Maybe it rained till the next morning. Jabba-Jabba didn't know. It rained and rained and rained, until Jabba-Jabba lost track of time. Jabba-Jabba felt cold. Jaaaaaabaaaa. There's even lightning and thunder. Jabba-Jabba hated those. Too loud, Too bright. Jabba-Jabba covered his ears. While the wind kept howling and howling, like a thousand lonely wolves in a full moon night.
It stopped at last. And the sun came up again. Jabba-Jabba knew the girl would come then. Jabba-Jabba's happy. He was wrong. The girl didn't come. Not even after the sun set till the deepest of the mountains and the moon hung high up in the sky. The girl didn't come. Jabba-Jabba wondered why. He frowned and started thinking. Nothing. He frowned harder. Jabba-Jabba got tired. Thinking took too much of his energy. Jabba-Jabba slept.
Another day passed without the girl coming. Jabba-Jabba began to be worried. Maybe the girl got scared of him? Maybe her family knew of him? Maybe.. maybe the girl's in danger? Jabba-Jabba stood up at his last thought, determined to find out what exactly had happened. The little girl is the only one who stood up for him, naturally he would have repay the kindness.
So Jabba-Jabba rumbled on, taking large strides one at a time, on and on he moved, until he reached the village- the place where the girl lived. But all he saw are rubbles and stones and ruins, and ashes and remains and wreck. Then he saw her, half buried, and Jabba-Jabba looked at his claws and finally realised their use. and with his massive limbs and claws he began tossing and turning all those above her, and every single other villagers.
In return, a statue was built in honour of Jabba-Jabba, and the story was passed down generations after generations until it became a legend. The legend of Jabba-Jabba. I think you know it. Nowadays, we call him, Barney, the purple dinosaur.
Hope it's niceee enoughh.
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