In a dreary November, I set quill to foolscap.

In a dreary November, I set quill to foolscap. A novel in a month? How was that even possible? And so I began with my first sentence...

how are you?"and how are your parents ?" just joking YA.I started my sentence by telling ,whats up my cousin, i was just playing my x box the game is "black shot, which is a.....

". "Which is a what?" I asked. "Sorry, I was distracted by the mole on the end of your nose. Please, let me continue. The Xbox game "Black Shot" is

actually an allegory for the coexistence of free will and divine predestination; the corny 80's buddy-cop jokes are really meta-commentary on the lack of originality in media."

But as contra-example Roger put forth Psych which very often rehashed that very lack of originality to actually be original by openly being meta about that lack of originality.

Then it got dropped several halfway decent story hooks and got totalitarian by ribbing people who don't let the TV have the last word. Roger admitted you can't trust TV or the web.

Then he went and proved his point by being arrested by the FBI for subversive activity. Had Roger been running a vanilla chinchilla farm or a chinchilla vanilla farm? The TV smiled

from inside her chinchilla jacket as s/he posted Roger's bail. Until that moment, he had never realized how beautiful s/he was, even if those heels were so a bit much. Roger took

her/him to the restaurant of nitwits. Roger thought Samuel would enjoy this place, yet s/he took offense (as she was a nitwit herself) and beat Roger up with her/his tawdry heels.