oh, look, i found another one
me said:
it sounds like a short sotry by a high schooler
"death"
-by jello-
though i'm unfamiliar with the genre of "short sotry", i shall attempt to find this thing. it sounds interesting.
edit II: and here it is:
“Death”
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by jello-
There was this man, yeah, and he was, like, clothed in that, like, black garment or something, and he had a knife, so, he was pretty dangerous, you know, and he was on the way to the house. To the, uh, empty warehouse. His robes were flying behind him and he looked like his feet weren’t even touching the ground, like he was floating above the ground, which is pretty awesome. So, he went to that warehouse, and there were these other guys waiting for him, and with shades and black suits and all that, and they had laser eyes.
“You’re late, Petey,” they said all together in unison.
“I’m sorry,” Petey said – that’s the guy with the knife – “but I just came back from my granny’s funeral, you know.”
“Oh, kreiff, man,” the other guys said in unison. “That’s gotta hurt. We’re so sorry, mate.”
“Well, anyway,” knife-guy said. He pointed to the suitcases – yeah, the other guys also had these really dark black suitcases with them – with the knife, and the knife, like, reflected the moonlight, which looked scary. “Let’s get this over with, gentlemen.”
“Alright,” said the other guys in unison. They all looked the same, kind of. Not so gorgeous, though. There was this tension building up like something huge was gonna happen.
“So, it’s twenty-five cans of Japanese Cheese Whiz for the butterknife, as agreed,” the man with the knife said. He almost handed the knife over but then he suddenly stopped.
“Wait a minute,” he said, “how am I supposed to carry five suitcases at once?”
The other guys shrugged, then they said in unison: “How are we supposed to carry one knife when we’re five people at once?”
“Oh, I know,” said a bunny (it had been there all the time, actually, but it’s just no one had noticed it until then). “There’s this clone machine in the back. I’ll show you. It works, but no one ever wanted to buy it for some reason.”
So they went to the clone machine and stood there. It was pretty dark in there.
“You can go in, all five of you, and come out just one. So you can carry the knife by yourself.”
“That’s awesome!” said the five guys in unison. The rabbit blushed and opened the door.
“And you can go in and come out with four new ones of you,” the bunny said to knife-guy, oh yeah, his name was Petey – Petey the knife-guy.
“Okay,” Petey said. They did that and Petey ended up with all the cheese whiz and the five unison-guys were just one and they got the knife.
“Now it’s the same thing as before, only the other way round,” the bunny observed. “That’s sort of pathetic and pointless.”
“Yeah, but it both stars with a P, so I guess it’s cool,” Petey said and went home.
edit I: and then there is this *dlf writing poetry to the mod lounge couch*
But pancakes cannot do that!!! 
