at the end of the concert, there was a heated debate between the two lead singers, like always. but it got out of control wehn Mikey (lead singer of Camembert) said “shut up brad [lead singer of Mozzarela]! your song stunk, i hate your suit and i could hurt you! in fact i will! i will use my superhuman strentgh and pulverize you with my car. it’s not a car, it’s a battering ram. this is what Patton drove: “hey you soldier! follow us!” yeah, thats the one!” just then, my firend’s letter bomb diffusers went off. “omigod! she said “i think it’s coming form Mikey!” earlier that night, we had seen him put fan mail in to his pocket. one of them must have been a letter bomb form Brad! We’re in hell. we’ve entered hell. when? just about now. we could all be killed.

then i got an idea – i knew backstage, it was infested with mice. i also knew Mikey was terrifeid of mice. i took some cheese out of my pocket, and whispered to it “you’re the good stuff”. i was sorry to see it go. at the right moment, i threw the cheese into Mikey’s one jacket pocket. soon, a mouse darted out to eat it. it skittered up into his pocet and Mikey screamed, and dropped the car. it clunked off the stage, down the hill, and into the lake. the mouse ate the cheese, and because it was very hunglry, ate the letter too. Mikey grabbed it and hurled it as far as he could with his superhuman strenght. in the distance, we saw a small, bright exploseion. by morning, Brad an d Mikey would be friends again, like it alsway happened.

Brad to Hillary: I told you we would. That is so low on our priority scale right now.

Hillary to Brad: Shut up, Brad! Your song stunk. I hate your suit and I could hurt you!

Brad to Hillary: Yeah, the typical female response. But, it’s not a car, it’s a battering ram. This is what Patton drove: ”Hey you, soldier! Follow us!”

Hillary to Brad: You’re good stuff.

Brad to Hillary: I like my cheese in the ounces. When it starts weighing as much as a Fiat, I get worried.

Hillary to Brad: Ok, you’re on. You’ll succeed Condi!

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