I can feel it coming. The time is almost right. We just need a little more planning. You have wronged us, so we will retaliate. In the final days of as2, our plan will come into fruition. Don't make a fuss, we will end it with haste. We overestimate you, you underestimate us, with no confusion. For the time is right. Yes, the time is very right. Or is it wrong? Things are going alright. For now, things are alright. Not for long. Time is ticking. Time is running out. Time is coming. Time will tell how it turns out. No way out. The day is coming. One magnificent day indeed. Where your flaws will be your regretting, as you are consumed by your own greed. Tick. Tock. Goes the clock.
It all happened three weeks ago, Proseven was yapping about some special day. A "MAGNIFICENT" day he called it. We just wanted a change, it had been a while since promo. Bored, we shared some ~spooky~ stories. Proseven, being the weird guy he is, told us about something weird, something about a creature. "Gehahahahaha, thoust hath much to learneth, Anarchygeddarchy is coming, my cheddarchy! We need to be prepared for it! Let us endeth this wonderful season with a Rupture In Time," he said. Crazy, eh? But it was just so crazy, that it might work. So, we gathered some materials to 'build' our time monster. What does every good time monster have? Some clocks, random symbols, some wings. Sounds great, but how? "Box box box, look at the clocks! There are clocks in that box over there. Random symbols? H will do! Wings? Give it RedBull!" said Banana in a wacky tone. So today, we came together to assemble the thing. I brought the RedBull, Banana brought the clocks, Proseven brought the Hs. We put them together on the carpet. Nothing happened. It was crazy. "It didn't work," the words came out of my mouth. No one expected it to work. Proseven could not do anything, but utter three words... "Or is it?" Suddenly, my eyes were blinded by the light. Proseven was blinded by his own excitement. None of us 3 saw what happened. When we came to our senses, the ceiling had been wrecked. Banana was all like, "Welp. Ima dip." while Proseven was like, "AAAAHHH OUR MAGNIFICENT CREATION IS GONE@!)@))!))@!?!!?" Looks like today is not the day. We'll have to do something about this. Our plan mush push through.
