It all started when our over-heralded star, Ins, woke up in a bush. It was the tenth time it had happened. Feeling very displeased, Ins deflowered a ripened avocado, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). In a tragically predictable turn of events, he realized that his beloved netcabo.pt was missing! Immediately he called his so-called best friend, Cypher. Ins had known Cypher for (plus or minus) 11,000 years, the majority of which were enchanting ones. Cypher was unique. He was outgoing though sometimes a little... stupid. Ins called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Cypher picked up to a very unhappy Ins. Cypher calmly assured him that most long-haired sea monkeys yawn before mating, yet disease-carrying chipmunks usually flamboyantly panic *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Ins. Why was Cypher trying to distract Ins? Because he had snuck out from Ins's with the netcabo.pt only three days prior. It was a exotic little netcabo.pt... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before Ins got back to the subject at hand: his netcabo.pt. Cypher yawned. Relunctantly, Cypher invited him over, assuring him they'd find the netcabo.pt. Ins grabbed his hammock and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Cypher realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the netcabo.pt and he had to do it aggressively. He figured that if Ins took the noise-polluting import, he had take at least four minutes before Ins would get there. But if he took the BMW? Then Cypher would be abundantly screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Cypher was interrupted by six pestering potats that were lured by his netcabo.pt. Cypher sneezed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling frustrated, he recklessly reached for his gerbil and recklessly poked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the bush, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the BMW rolling up. It was Ins.
As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Seven-Eleven to pick up a 12-pack of potatos, so he knew he was running late. With a heroic leap, Ins was out of the BMW and went charismatically jaunting toward Cypher's front door. Meanwhile inside, Cypher was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the netcabo.pt into a box of carrots and then slid the box behind his hammock. Cypher was angered but at least the netcabo.pt was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Cypher flamboyantly purred. With a hasty push, Ins opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some stupid coke fiend in a best-in-its-so-called-'class' sedan,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Cypher assured him. Ins took a seat just perfectly far from where Cypher had hidden the netcabo.pt. Cypher panicked trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Ins was distracted. In a tragically predictable turn of events, Cypher noticed a funny-smelling look on Ins's face. Ins slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Cypher felt a stabbing pain in his ear when Ins asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the netcabo.pt right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A selfish look started to form on Ins's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's live hand grenades from when she used to have pet spotted wolf hamsters. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Ins nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Cypher could react, Ins aptly lunged toward the box and opened it. The netcabo.pt was plainly in view.
Ins stared at Cypher for what what must've been two nanoseconds. Duly ecstatic about the looming crises, Cypher groped indiscriminately in Ins's direction, clearly desperate. Ins grabbed the netcabo.pt and bolted for the door. It was locked. Cypher let out a exotic chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Ins,' he rebuked. Cypher always had been a little selfish, so Ins knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Cypher did something crazy, like... start chucking dangerous oil-soaked rags at him or something. Absolutely thrilled, he gripped his netcabo.pt tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Cypher looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Ins. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame five days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Ins. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Cypher walked over to the window and looked down. Ins was gone.
Just yonder, Ins was struggling to make his way through the swamp behind Cypher's place. Ins had severely hurt his kidney during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral potats suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the netcabo.pt. One by one they latched on to Ins. Already weakened from his injury, Ins yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of potats running off with his netcabo.pt.
But then God came down with His plucky smile and restored Ins's netcabo.pt. Feeling puzzled, God smote the potats for their injustice. Then He got in His best-in-its-so-called-'class' sedan and blasted away with the fortitude of 20 3-legged wallabies running from a oversized pack of disease-carrying chipmunks. Ins tripped with joy when he saw this. His netcabo.pt was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in six minutes his favorite TV show, Game of Thrones, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When venomous koalas meet malaria'). Ins was elated. And so, everyone except Cypher and a few pipe bomb-toting long-haired sea monkeys lived blissfully happy, forever after.
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Sorry for the double posts.