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Mood: Couldn't Be More Happier!
Scene: In the brand new lair again.

So, yeah, like I was saying, we were doomed until I thought a great thought of an idea. You see, with the help of Stothos and Fullbide, I brought that Dripping Green Madness to a stop. I called Stothos and told him to use his Tortan-proof wheels and Tortan-obliterating lasers to stop the flow as Fullbide flies to the Tortan bottle and knocks it off the direction of the lair. They did just that and guess what? It worked! I was a hero that day. I saved the lair from being DELETED! with my quick thinking and good...other thing. So, the next time you want make fun of us chicken heads, remember what I did and you'll probably feel too sorry for us. So, yeah, thats it. The ending to this two entry-long story. I was kind of stupid since I could've just edited the first one, but there are some things we just don't know all of. Goodbye! For the page!

Mood: Couldn't Be Happier!
Scene: In the brand new lair.

Yes, sorry for not posting yesterday but it was too great to write a blog entry on that day. You may think that's not a good excuse, but when you read these, you'll understand. It all started yesterday morning. I had just woken up, when I found out that Brody, Stobat, and Grundy were not here, so I decided to just leave the lair and eat some apples, when I ran into a Poorbt and an Astromund. I asked them why they were here and where my friends were. They said "A giant pool of Tortan is coming toward the lair and they had to evacuate the place immediately. Your friends told us to wait for you and we did." Suddenly, a Gaspeau and a Frotzer flew here with bad news. The Tortan was sliding into the lair and we had no way to escape. That meant that they couldn't find the cause and get rid of it. It also meant the Tortan would flood the place and burn us off the face of the planet. We were doomed until I thought of an idea. It was- Oh, I forgot to tell Brody and the others that they can come back to the lair! I'll be right back.

Mood: Dead Tired
Scene: In my bed.

So, yeah. I'm just posting this to get it over with, so I don't make the same mistake I did two days ago. Anyway, I pulled a prank on my clones, but I'm too tired to remember it. All I knew was that it worked and the end results were hilarious! Although, Brody didn't find it as amusing and made me fix the lair for the rest of the day and most of today. At least I finished it before Stinkoman came back today. So, now I'm stinking tired and am about to just fall a-

Mood: Relaxed
Scene: Outside, taking a break while Stobat is destroying the kitchen.

Sorry about not updating yesterday. My computer broke on me and I had to wait in a line for twelve hours just to get it fixed. Then, when I got back, Brody and my friends made me help them rebuild the lair. Stobat was messing up every time and he ended up making the hole bigger. Stinkoman and 1-Up are coming back tomorrow and Stinkoman will bust us up if he falls into a hole in his own kitchen because of some chickens. Anyway, I got on break this morning and I took the time to get all the sleep I could before I started another entry. So, here I am, waiting for Stobat to ruin the kitchen and get me kicked out...or worse. Yep, get me kicked out with my clones. Speaking of clones, I'll be gone right now, doing...something.

Mood: Annoyed
Scene: Inside a giant hole in the ground.

I'm starting to get sick of Stobat. Because of him, our lair got blown up. Brody brought some fireworks to celebrate the not-as-much-but-still bigger army. Unfortunately, the onomatopoeia on the title, which was "Snap, Crackle, Pop! Fire Works!" distracted Stobat until he couldn't handle it anymore and open the thing and used it even though he didn't know the slightest thing about fireworks. He put it on the wrong end (seriously, how could anyone get that mixed up?) and ended up blowing the lair to bits. Now we have to rebuild the place from scratch. It also damaged my computer and-*bzzzt!*

Mood: Unhappy
Scene: In the lair with 12 other mes.

Yesterday was a bummer. Instead of making me a dozen times stronger, the ultimafier cloned me a dozen times. It did the same to the other minions, based on how strong they were. My Benj got cloned more than I can count. At first, the bosses were happy to have a bigger army, then they found out the clones only had 1/12 of our strength. Then, everybody got all depressed and went to bed, not caring about those other things that happened to me. I went to bed, too. For 24 hours. Then I decided to just post in this blog. I want all of you to know I AM THE ORIGINAL! Those annoying clones breathing on me as I type are nothing but fakes. If you believe me, then congratulations! You're less stubborn than Stobat.

Mood: Excited
Scene: At the lair, preparing for an enemy enhancement.

I know I'm writing earlier than usual, but I'm doing something soon and I don't want to miss out on it. You see, all the bosses worked together to create a machine called an ultimafier. It will change me and the other minions into things like this or this, or even a mix of the two! That would be so cool! The bosses made this thing so we'll be powerful enough to fight Stinkoman, but me, Brody, and my friends don't really care much about fighting him. We just want to fit in with the rest. Anyway, that's why I'm not going to post tonight. This is the best time, too. Yesterday, I became a month older and grew 1 centimeter and one ounce. So, I'll celebrate them today, too.