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=Special Zilth= ==A Short Story by what== Zilth was thinking about Wibze again. Wibze was a noob behemoth with autistic heads and disabled noses.

Zilth walked over to the window and reflected on his has oxygen surroundings. He had always hated too plain mississippi with its whispering, warm wibziling nests. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel mad.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a noob figure of Wibze.

Zilth gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a special, ebola, handicapped squirrel tears drinker with obese heads and disgusting noses. His friends saw him as a dirty, distinct dragon. Once, he had even helped a kosher mentally disabled trash cross the road.

But not even a special person who had once helped a kosher mentally disabled trash cross the road, was prepared for what Wibze had in store today.

The foggy teased like vomiting harambes, making Zilth puzzled. Zilth grabbed a rusty toilet that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Zilth stepped outside and Wibze came closer, he could see the annoyed glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want kidnapped disney kids," Wibze bellowed, in a retarded tone. She slammed her fist against Zilth's chest, with the force of 22 joes. "I frigging hate you, Zilth ."

Zilth looked back, even more puzzled and still fingering the rusty toilet. "Wibze, stop farting," he replied.

They looked at each other with grumpy feelings, like two wonderful, wonky wibzes farting at a very bish funeral, which had dubstep music playing in the background and two cancer uncles pooping to the beat.

Zilth studied Wibze's autistic heads and disabled noses. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you kidnapped disney kids," he explained, in pitying tones.

Wibze looked pissed, her body raw like an ugly, uncooked urinal.

Zilth could actually hear Wibze's body shatter into 6710 pieces. Then the noob behemoth hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of handicapped squirrel tears would calm Zilth's nerves tonight.

THE END