First conversation!
Mood:  caffeinated
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Milk- sooooooooo, what up... whoever's gonna read this?

Leopard- Who knows? *snorts* It's not as if anyone wants to read YOUR crap.

Milk- Danke. Anyway, since no one know who we are, do you think the person who's gonna read this is a fan of Adele Togan? I mean, she is really good!!!lq

Leopard- *ponders* Maybe. Maybe not. Hardly anyone has heard of her since she's a new author...But she IS pretty good, so it won't be very long before she makes the National Book Author List Awards and stuff like that. Maybe even go on a book tour someday...This conversation is completely irrelevant.

milk-Well, you do pose a good point. The only problem... Adele Togan hasn't published any books...yet. I heard she has at least three in the making. They're supposed to be realllllly good. I like the sound of that. I mean, I love a good book. Sad ones are the best though. What do you think?........ Nevermind, Leopard, you really don't have to answer my extremely important question... Uhhhhhhhhh Leopard... Do you find this conversation important anymore whatsoever...?

Leopard- I am quite interested in your interesting theory that you pose. I am not at all the scientific type of person but I like sounding all official and everything. lsqtnochu Anyway...I believe that her stories, Secrets on the Battlefield, The Enchanted forest, and Butterfly Dreamer will soon become Nation-loved novels. I usually don't believe in such things, but she IS an author that I am amazed by. I like sad stories, but I like action and animal.

Milk-Like I said I like sad stories, and romance together. Like a loved one dies by a horrid death, or the main character hates the handsome prince, but he loves her. Or, there was an unknown love, and the man fell in love with someone else, and suddenly, he hates the girl like crap... or... maybe I should just shut up, so I don't reveal all my inner secrets. lq

Leopard- Maybe you should. I like drama, romance, action, suspense, and sad stories, depressing ones where you cry when one of the characters die, no matter how important. If you cry when one's feelings are spilled out to the person/animal they love. Speaking of feelings, all your feelings are in my mind now, dear. You have hardly no secrets hidden from me...*heh heh* My brain is twisting up into a maniacal trouble-machine now....*grins mischievously* I wonder what you'll think when someday I write a story about two best friends and one of them changes into an evil girl who tries to destroy every relationships she knows of...I hope I'll get a couple good books reviews for that. lOL

Milk- Well, before we stay too far from the point (or sidewalk, if you wanted to speak in song) and before you kill me out of this conversation, I have a question... Are we book critics? I mean, for all the reader knows, we could be 12 year old girls, that are sleeping over at ones house, or we could be 80 year old freaks, who are just really bored, and never let go of their true loves, from grade school.lq

Leopard- I feel like speaking in song now. Darn you. "Because of You" I am stuck to this computer."Behind these hazel eyes", which are actually blue, I am fuming at you. I want SONG!! I don't think we ARE book critics. We are only Friend Critics. Where did this conversation start, Milk? And why did I name you Milk on here? "Since you've been gone" away from the computer, I've wondered that. I could be 12, I could be 80 years old, but my own age rests inside my head, but never fear, my age is below 20 for StarClan's sake. Anyhoo. "Another bites the dust" because "I am the Champion"!Hah Hah!

Milk- Well, song isn't nessesary at the moment. Especially your awful singing. Mine... well that's another, wonderful story, for another wonderful time. Anyhoo, you weren't supposed to tell them that we aren't 80 year old freaks! If I wasn't the one writing this junk i might have believed the whole "not forgetting the gradeschool loves" thing. I mean, how could you forget the most dramatic love of your life? Not I. Well.. ahha.. I wasn't really supposed to say that. Especially, if the reader is a Pickard. (And yes, all you ignorent, and nieve peoples, Pickard, in fact, is a last name.) But I will not reveal the specific personage to the public.

Leopard- Ahem, but my screeching is better than your squawking. That, is another, awful, blood-chilling story when you learned to sing, my friend. I was there, gaping at you when windows shattered, but Eugipie! It is so horrid that the readers probably don't want to hear that horrible tale. Yes, I am so evil. If we were 80 years old, I wouldn't be typing right now. I'd be catching up on long years of lost beauty-sleep. Yes, my looks have never affected my attitude. Well, my cookies are ready. Anyway, a Pickard sounds like a type of weapon. See ya'!

Milk- well, it isn't... I'd better go join her so she doesn't destroy them all! Bye!

*Crash*

Leopard- Crud!

Milk-what did you do this time?

Leopard- Nothing! *tries to shove exploded mess into trash can* The cookies are ready!