Oy…this is just sad. No two ways about it.

Anyway, I decided early on that I would like to do a chapter making fun of those people whose stories are so stupid that it seems they simply must have been under the influence when they wrote it. And, of course, I decided that the best way to do this would be to actually write under the influence and see what happened.

…yeah.

So anyway, I went home over the weekend, and on Saturday night, MBC and I got into some alcohol and I got a bit messed up. Heh, yeah, a biiit. And then, when I was about to go to bed, I spotted my laptop, and, remembering my past desire to write under such a circumstance, I sat down and wrote this chapter. And, since it's been so very long since an update, I figured, 'hey, why not post it?' I've left it just as it was when I finished it in the small hours of the morning, which is why it's so full of typos.

In other news, yes, there is a real chapter in the works. The problem is, though, that while I have a Jack to write about, I have no plot for him to follow. So sad.

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"Hullo," said Jack. "I've come to be very merry."

"INDEED?" ASKED WILL. He stared and glared and stared and glared until he was quite sore in the face.

"Indeed," replied Jack. "What else would I be here for?"

At this point, Jack wondered where he actually was, so he asked Will.

"Where am I
"?" he asked, "where I have come to be so very merry?"

"You are in a prison, Jack," said WILL. "We are in here because we were too very merry and stole too many kegs."

"Ohm," said jack. "That must be why you were staring and glaring at me so much."

"Yes, jack," said Will. "This is not a place where you can be so very merry, so it was silly of you to say that was why you were here."

"I see," said Jack. "But I would still like to be very merry, since I like it."

"I'll bet," grumb;led Will rudely, and he turned his back on Jack.

Jack wondered why he hadn't noticed he was in a prison, since there were a great number of bars and everything. He thought that maybe he was still a bit merry from when he and Will had been very merry, whenever that was.

It's really hard to trype when you're drunk.

It's also hard to keep track of what's going on, sometimes, and a lot easier to sleep than to do other things. So Jack went to sleep. Or maybe he passed out.

Mmm, sleep.

When he woke up, Jack was no longer at all merry, and Will was still not merry, though he hadn't been merry earlier anyway.

"Why are we still ijn here?"? asked Jack. "I thought I was just too merry."

"You were too merry," replied Will. "I don't know why I went along with it, but I was very merr, too."

"Aren't we just repeating outselves?" asked Jack.

"I think we might bne," said Will,m "But it's pretty hard to tell since it's so hard to concentrate. Are you wsure we're not merry anymore? I mean, very merry?"

"How should I know?" asked Jack. "Arent you supposed to be the sober one?"

"Quite possibly," sighed Will, and he styared at the wall due to the absence of a window."

"This is reather silly, " said jack, ":like those KEEP LEFT signs."

"Gah," replied Will. "It is all very silly, and IO would like to attack fsome pedestrians myselfs."

"Whose prison is it?" wondered Jack, suddenly wondering., "
Di d Nottingtion lock us up?"

"You would think so," said Will, "I but I don't think it was, and I don't think it's Port zRoayl."

"Was it John Jophn?" asked Jakc,"The author likes writing about him. She thinks it's funny."

"I'm snot sure, "said Will. "Buit I think it was someone else. I get the feeling we're in England.

"Whjy ngland?"

"Lots of fanfictions with rooftop chases take place in England, " said Will. "And rooftop chases are just one of those things."

"Did we have a rooftop chase?" ingquired Jack.

"We might have," informed Will;. "We just might have."

Ah," said Jack. "I want some tea now."

"You never want tea," objected Will. "And talk like that will have a revival of the John John chapters."

"Poo." Commented jack, and he really meant it.

Just then, there was an explosion, or at least the author just sort of left in order to sleep. Sleep iks nice.