Changed my name again. While I loved CufflinkSoup and all that meant to me, Nonsensical.Poncery seems far more appropriate since nonsensical poncery is all I seem to produce~

I love, and own extravagant hats. I will never give up my top hat.

I go from extremes of serious to silly, but I suppose most people only see one or the other.

ShikaTema is probably the only pairing I can see Kishimoto making clear before the end of the series of Naruto, but that's just my opinion.

I lose faith in my writing frequently, so stories are posted and deleted very quickly, equally true for my original fiction on other sites.

The tale of the plight of a small half dusty poo bunny - half dinosaur beast, feared and rejected by the world. Angry and alone, they threw themselves into the competitive hubub of the medical world; where they fought their way to the top under the assumed identity of Mr.Plopalops, and some prosthetic limbs. They then made themselves a small robot with hollowed out insides and a large swivelly chair (made with that ugly brown and purple floral carpet pattern) Mr.Plopalops wasn't happy about it, but he got a large red pillow to detract from it, and to represent his rage at the world that mocked him for the fiend he was.

He then split in two like a bacterium, and nurtured his dopple ganger with the intent of hastening his world domenation, only to find out the second harboured all of the good inside him that he was suppressing. The two then, inside the robot, fought day and night for control - usually through slappy hand fights - where they would end up slumped on the floor; one no stronger than the other. The good realised that attempting to fight had corrupted their very being and took away from their purity, and had to stop his violent actions. The evil, with a somewhat deflated feeling of triumph then booted the good being out of the chair, singeing their glam rock boots with his balls of fire - balls of his feet that is. He like drop-kicked them. Yeah. The good being cut themselves in half, realising their very creation of dusty poo bunny - half dinosaur was a terrible mistake indeed. The good half - now quaters- began to bleed to death. Mr.Plopalops stood over the seperate dinosaur and dusty poo bunny bits - order almost restored in the universe.

As the end of his dopple ganger drew nigh, Mr.Plopalops realised that he was a fart of the universe - something that should have never been released, but once did wrinkled the noses of everything in sight, and needed to dissappear for order and peace to return. So the shifty, accusing eyes looking for his source could cease and desist.

However, being evil. He could not bend to these universal laws, he would rise above them and become something of a God. All he needed was a microphone, an invisibility cloak and a genie in a lamp - in chains- to make people piss themselves in fear at his whim.

But, getting back to the point at hand, he stood over his brethren, as they took their last shaky breath, and poofed into nothingness, a lemon fresh scent in his wake. He mourned their loss, the little voices in his head telling him he would never be able to split in two again and survive. His brother, sort of his child, dead before his time, yet innevitable. (woah. freaky self-cest occured there @_@ I think I want to move away from that line of thought)

He then travelled to the 1980s and found a shop where all of the T.V's were playing dinoriders. Doctor Plopalops proceeded to jump through the screens until he found the right one that would transport him into the program. He found none in the first shop, and so went to the next shop along. And repeated the process. He did find the right T.V, but the store called security on him before he could make his way through. Two and a half buff security gaurds marched up to him and said: "Oi, oi. What do you think you're doing sonny-jim? Causing a bit of a ruckuss, eh? We got complaints from next door too. 'Op along before we call the coppers." Mr.Plopalops raised his hands, squinted his eyes and cried "PSHABOOO" sending invisible 'Plop beams' © to melt their minds, until they were gibbering pools of pre-history goo, with snazzy casual friday ties on. What a long and gramatically incorrect sentance that was.

He then jumped through the screen and bopped emporer Krulos on the head and hi-jacked his T-Rex with lazers, feeling little remorse for the abduction of his distant cousins, and effectively ruined the show. He hopped back through the portal, and instructed the T-Rex to kick with his feet...things much like cats do in litter trays, and destroy the T.V so he didn't have another evil, hell-bent on domination dictator to contend with.

He then travelled back to present day (why??) and nipped into John Lewis and bought some fairy lights to spruce up the T-Rex. (What a bargain they were! Only ten, ninety-nine, and he got a discount since he worked within the john lewis partnership to be able to afford medical school.) They were lovely and multi-coloured, in the shapes of ACTUAL fairies. They were like cryogenically frozen, and had their insides scooped out like a ripe tomato, and small L.E.D bulbs placed inside. In some sick, twisted, morbid piece of contmporary art.

And then, he marched down the street with his T-Rex. This merely caused people to glance over the top of their newspapers as they were pre-occupied with what they declared - that the apocalypse was coming, caused by Aliens and every God known to every religion the world had ever created in all of its cultures, and hermit crabs. Plopalops went mostly ignored, only occasionally frightening stray brain-eating monkeys (and by default doing good) Where, his molecular structure began to dissolve and his very existance began to defy itself and broke down. As he realised half of his body had fallen away like soggy tissue paper. He whispered a brief: "Oh buggar." Where he too poofed into lemon scented freshness, and the dinosaur donned some tap shoes to provide end of the world, once-in-a-lifetime-opportunity, entertainment as they waited for a vaccuum cleaner bigger than the universe itself to suck them up and put them out in the bin of logic.

I have never used 'then' so much since I was six years old. Srsly.

:D End.