A moose once bit my sister.

A moose once bit my sister.

With her newly acquired moose superpowers, my sister became Moosegirl. I thought it was pretty cool, so I stupidly reached my hand to a raccoon, but all I got was rabies.

That bestows of it magnificent banana peels, top ramen noodles that last forever as a light yellow paste infused to imbue the only real powers in which to quench my thirst only to

only to...only to...damn, I always forget that part. Banana peels, plus top ramen noodles and then I blank out. I call it my fuzzy brain moment. But it happens all the time. Could

be the lack of sugar I've had today. In the past week I've eaten 230 sherberts, 50 lollipops, and a whole load of sugar out the bag. And don't forget the fizzy drinks!

Without my sugar rush I was unable to bounce off the walls but instead I went crashing through them. The holes I had made in the walls allowed me to escape the land of savoury food

. And then that's when I entered...The Twilight Zone. My world now was a bitter black and white with sonorous characters and assorted oddities. I was snapped back to reality when O

began screaming as the whips decorated her backside with crimson marks. But black-and-white crimson marks are anachronistic, and should be avoided in this age of mobile

fashion. That style of torture just isn't cool anymore, and anyone who wears those marks should be looked down on in society.