HI

HI

Hands, chin, nose and both feet sunken into the keyboard, he gazed at the screen. It was illegible, but he had finally POSTED FIRST! ...or had he? 3 names were on list before his.

He gazed at the other names and he instantly recognised them. "We meet again, first posters," he snickered. He reached behind his desk for his sturdy chainsaw and headed out.

A few hours later, he returned with the heads of kanalu, ethanspeltz, fitzy and kuku1808 stuffed in his backpack. "Now, anyone else want to start a FoldingStory and not finish it?"

Before another second had passed, his spy gadget rang a new message: to assassinate the creator of the Internet.

It was a risky assassination job, but if anyone could pull it off it was him. He just had to figure out who the creator of the internet was. As he opened google, however, he

realized it was a giant kraken gathering information & manipulating its output. Google knew he was intent on time traveling to stop the internet from happening even as he typed Gor

But before they could consult the Great Wiki, the Kraken's tendrils were upon them. "Looks like this is the end," Gorgeous George said to Google. "Did you mean [i]Trent?[/i]"

All 3 whipped their heads around to discover that Chandler Bing had snuck up on them. He asked again , "did you mean Trent?" They all said in unison, "NO!". In a puff he was gone.