The Agent Bracket Story

Written by: Agent [

Copyright © 2001 July 21


Hey! Yeah, come here! I need to talk to ya.... *goes into a nervous breakdown*

*sobs* They ran out of letters, man! I'm a bracket! They wouldn't give me a number! Just a darn symbol!

I can't believe it. I just can not believe it. I'm a bracket. A damned bracket! Why me? Why does it have to be me? After all, there's twenty-seven of the letters in the alphabet. And I'm using alot of them writing this! Why do they have to give me a bracket?

"Agent Bracket," Zed had called me. Bracket. What kind of name is that? Heck, X is better than Bracket. Though, it reminds me of that weird stuff called Chemical X that created those adorable Powerpuff Girls, but it's a whole lot better than Bracket!

Now, you for example. You're an agent, right? What letter did they give you? What do you mean why? I asked you a question. That's why. Now what letter did they give you? Dang it, man. Why do you keep saying that? Oh, you're Y? Oh... Heh.

Hey, I'll make a deal with ya. We'll trade names. You can be Bracket, and I'll be Y? No, not you, U. Go away. I, go away! I didn't want you over here! No! Argh...

Oh man! Why me? Why does it always have to be me? Where's that noisy cricket? Dude! Give me that! (*brief struggle goes here*) Okay. Fine. Don't let me finish my miserable life. See if I care. Which I don't. You only think I do. But I really don't. STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT! *starts crying now* No one cares anymore! No one!

The End


...Or is it?