Don't read this until midnight!

Everyone: Five, Four, Three, Two, One. HAPPY NEW YEARS!

People did strange things next. Billy punched himself and stopped being concious, Grim was roasted over a roaring fire by the Killer tomatoes and Danny and Sam (Who had decided not to kill herself) started making out. And everyone was happy and I can finally end this story that I really didn't want to right but had to in order to keep my tradition of writing a story for everyholiday. Goodnight.