by I come bearing terrible news.
Sadly, Yoyo has passed.
She was enjoying a peaceful soda run when out of nowhere came a man dressed as a purple turtle. He ran through the store, shooting the customers, shoveling candy bars and baked goods into his costume, and knocking Yoyo’s soda out of her hands. She flew into a rage and beat the man in a purple turtle costume with a nearby donut. He was knocked unconscious, but not before shooting her in the face seventeen times with his handgun.
Several news stations interviewed her, but the cameras broke, so there will be no actual footage of her interview.
Before she died, she managed to relay a message reveling many things: Yoyo loved WotN, the meaning of life is indeed cheese, and Michael Jackson was Elvis Presley in disguise. (There will be yet another rock king in the future; this time a woman of Asian decent who was once a man of Mexican decent.)
She wanted me to tell you this to make sure that you all knew what had happened.
In other news, Yoyo’s laptop will be back in action in three days, her family’s desktop has been killed by 700+ viruses and is out of action, her library still won’t allow access to WotN due to all the pr0nz, and she is incredibly sick of redrawing panel three on page five (or maybe it’s page six, she’s no longer sure because the page was thrown across the room in frustration and got buried beneath a pyramid of Dr. Pepper cans).
Sadly, Yoyo has passed.
She was enjoying a peaceful soda run when out of nowhere came a man dressed as a purple turtle. He ran through the store, shooting the customers, shoveling candy bars and baked goods into his costume, and knocking Yoyo’s soda out of her hands. She flew into a rage and beat the man in a purple turtle costume with a nearby donut. He was knocked unconscious, but not before shooting her in the face seventeen times with his handgun.
Several news stations interviewed her, but the cameras broke, so there will be no actual footage of her interview.
Before she died, she managed to relay a message reveling many things: Yoyo loved WotN, the meaning of life is indeed cheese, and Michael Jackson was Elvis Presley in disguise. (There will be yet another rock king in the future; this time a woman of Asian decent who was once a man of Mexican decent.)
She wanted me to tell you this to make sure that you all knew what had happened.
In other news, Yoyo’s laptop will be back in action in three days, her family’s desktop has been killed by 700+ viruses and is out of action, her library still won’t allow access to WotN due to all the pr0nz, and she is incredibly sick of redrawing panel three on page five (or maybe it’s page six, she’s no longer sure because the page was thrown across the room in frustration and got buried beneath a pyramid of Dr. Pepper cans).
YES!! *not sure why that makes me happy*
Yay~
