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Mood: Self-pitiful

Scene: In a hotel, X0 years in the past.

And, here is the finale of the not-as-long-as-some-others-but-still plot! You see, I was about to update my blog again when a man so far in the past that he was black and white came into my room and started bragging that he had an email show. So, I asked him how he went forward in time. Then, some construction worker that looked like the owner of the hotel fell through my ceiling and started saying weird stuff, obvoiusly sleepwalking, before I got my answer. So, I left my room. While I was walking on the first floor, I saw a room that I never went in before. So, I decided to explore it. I went inside and then, suddenly, I was in 20X6, I mean, my own time. That was so wrong. I mean, I had to stay in that time for almost two weeks trying to find a way to fix the time machine, when the way back to 20X6 was right in front of me, I mean, two floors under me. Then I found out Stinkoman created the time portal for paid tours. He must've found that place using the time machine and decided to do a get-richer-quick sceme. Stinkin' Stinkoman. Although, if he didn't do that, I would've probably been stuck in that time forever, so I probably should thank him for that. He's probably in that time fixing the time machine. I better not disturb him now. So, here I am, back on my Chicky.

Mood: Self-pitiful

Scene: In a hotel, X0 years in the past.

I still didn't fix that stinkin' time machine. The tools here are so limited. I wish I was back in 20X6. I'm so close to the end of this page, it frightens me. I can't have a plot last over 1 page. Especially one this primitive. That would just be silly. I know what to do. I'll just get someone to fix it. I heard someone under me mentioning that. I know I csn't fix it myself. I have no hands. I had to use my beak to do all that hand work and, let me tell you, those tools taste so wrong. If only I listened to that kid under me long enough to get the specific name. Of course, the so-called "technology" here would never be able to fix something this advanced. I might as well continue fixing this myself. Unless I find some portal to 20X6 or something like that here, but that has no chance of happening. Oh well.

Mood: Self-pitiful

Scene: In a hotel, X0 years in the past.

I messed up. I know I did. I stink. I should die for not keeping my promises, yet I stay alive. Huh. That's strange. I ask to die and I don't die. That stinks. Whatever. That bed in my hotel room is so comfy. I haven't ever been in something that comfortable. Unfortunately, it's a little too comfortable. It caused me to sleep for a week. That's never good for a bed. Although, since I'm so small and I never slept in a bed before. My body couldn't take it and it just shut down. Or something else scientific like that. I dunno. Anyway, about the time machine. Yeah, it's not fixed yet. I couldn't find anyone to do it. And the fact that I slept for a week didn't help, either. Oh well, I might as well go wallow in pity, now. I have nothing important do do. I mean, I'm a chicken head. What do you expect?

Mood: Self-pitiful

Scene: In a hotel, X0 years in the past.

Dang it. It is only 5 minutes to midnight and I didn't do anything today but eat and sleep. Yep, I'm becoming a lazy Terrell. Even more lazier than my clones, who hangs around in a basement-like place where their room is. they actually have an office. It's real cold, so they don't go there much. Crud, 3 minutes went by already. OK, uh, my room is really nice. It has everything you could imagine in a hotel room. A TV, mini-fridge, you name it! Yep, I'm going to like this place. Too bad I can't stay long. I need to find someone to fix the time machine. Or else, I'll have to stay in a time with some kid in the room under me playing old, loud video games. It took me an hour just to fall asleep. That's going to stink. Oh well, everything else about this place is great. I only wish I could stay longer...Oh snap! One minute to midnight! See y'all!

Mood: Self-pitiful

Scene: In a hotel, X0 years in the past.

OK, here's the rest of the story. I asked Bubs if he had any computers, but he said he was sold out. He gave the last one to a guy named Strong Bad. He would get another one in six months. I knew I could not go without a blog entry for 6 months, so I asked if he knew anywhere I could stay at until my time machine is fixed. He told me a place called Homestar's Resort would be a good place to stay, but they were having disputes at the time, so I would have to wait. So, I waited. For 5 days. I stayed with Bubs in his concession stand basement until then. No offense, but that guy snores like a moose. I was happy when I found out the disputes were over and I could go to the hotel. So, I got to the hotel about an hour ago. I met some clones of mine that actally survived. They were in one of the rooms. I don't know how they got to the hotel and the time. Maybe they found the time machine before me. Anyway, I got a computer from the market("forgetting" to pay) and got a room that was actually reserved for me! How nice! So, here I am in an old hotel typing on a computer I know nothing about. This is gonna stink. Oh well.

Mood: Self-pitiful

Scene: In a hotel, X0 years in the past.

Sorry for not updating the last *looks at calender* 5 days. But, I have a perfect excuse for that! You see, it all started 4 days ago. I was getting ready for another blog entry when the electricity went out, then it turned back on, then it went back out, and so on. Don't worry. I didn't wait this time. I went back to the electric room and there was nothing wrong. I then looked in the attic, where the satellite was. And guess what I found there. A time machine. It was malfuntioning, and bursts of electricity from it hit the satellite, making it act strange. So, I decided to fix it, which didn't work. It instead transported me to 2008, almost X0 years ago. I tried to go back, but guess what, it finally broke down. At the worst time. So, I walked around to find a place to live. I found some blue guy named Bubs with a concession stand, so I asked him to help me fix the time machine. He didn't know how, but he would be happy to help me with my computer for $5. I then remembered. I left my Chicky 900 at home, so I couldn't update my blog at the time. I can't type anything else in here, because I'm heading towards the 15 line minimum, so I'll make another entry.

Mood: Shocked

Scene: At Stinkoman's house

Hi, everyone, I'm here with an excuse for why I'm so late! You see, it all started a week ago. I was getting ready to do another blog entry, when, suddenly, all the electricity went out. Tragic, isn't it? So, I decided to make the blog entry when the electricity came back. It didn't for 6 days. I was so stinking bored and hungry, since the refrigerator's food was spoiled, that I went to the electric room to investigate. Guess what I found there. Can't guess? I'll tell you, then. I found a jam in the switches. Now, when you mix a hungry chick with jelly in a switch, what do you get? Yep, a happy bird and fixed electricity. So, I fell asleep for the rest of the day and decided to update here again. I'm going to make these every day from now on. OK? I promise. Bye.