I thought it would be fun to write a mutiny chapter. I don't know what that means, I just thought it would be fun. Let's go to the psych ward because I think that makes the most sense.
"Dad, this is all your fault!" said Liam Liam Liamson.
"Oh you foolish child, I only did what I had to do to survive!" replied Professor Liam Parke.
"Then you should've died!" and then the sitcom noise played. After all, this is a situation, in which there is comedy, right?
"Guys, let's wrap this up right now," said someone, for the two participants in the argument were too deep, so they did not notice.
Suddenly, for it was sudden that a sudden thing suddenly happened in a sudden moment where a sudden thing happened, something sudden suddenly happened, and that thing was sudden, suddenly. The sudden thing that suddenly happened very suddenly, if you were wondering, is that some Turkey Steves spawned in and started doing the Macarena.
"Dad, your luck has run out," said one of the Turkey Steves.
"I... am not... your father..."
Everyone else started doing the macarena because the drama was becoming too much for everyone to handle.
"I know what's gonna happen here. More Turkey Steves will spawn in and start doing the macarena, then this psych ward will-"
"Your luck's run out. You keep relying on wit or something, but that will be the reason we'll die," said everyone at the same time, like it was some sort of musical, which is funny, because my friend wants to create a West End production about this somehow. "We will kill you. You will die."
They started doing the Macarena faster. Professor was too. This only hindered his argument with Liamson. More Turkey Steves filled the room. They pushed against the walls, until they were almost at the point of bursting. Then, Johnny Cheddar got pushed into the outside of the Psych Ward, and his cheese ended up coating the entire thing.
"We're free!"
This was true, as they were free, but they were in space. Everyone stopped doing the Macarena, but for some reason, Liamson didn't. Maybe he was fuelled with pure rage about the Turkey Steve and Pelican Briefcase situation. We'll never know. You might know at some point, but I won't. The Macarena was slowly tearing away Professor's soul, and then, when he was on the verge of death, something happened.
A cardboard tube rolled in front of Professor, spawning another one behind it, and then deleting it. When it got to one side of his vision, it increased in size, and Liamson was walking across. He got to the centre of Professor's vision, and Liamson did the macarena. Mayonnaise dripped down Professor's face, and then Liamson started playing a game created by the Soviet Union, the name of which I am not allowed to say right now, because the content guidelines do not allow me to mention the name of something without the permission of the company that made it, which I do not have. For some reason, when he lost, he was in a Casino in Königlichemeer, a German city just north of Berlin. He was playing Reptilian Creatures and Objects of Elevation, a game he was very skilled at. A woman sitting across from him, by the name of Lembretter Seya, was asking him the rules of the game, when finally she asked for his name, to which he said "The name's Liam, Liam Liamson," because that was his name.
A waitress came up and said "Liam, what drink would you like?"
"Sausage roll Frappuccino, chopped, not blended," he said.
"I don't think that's a real drink."
"It is, ask the cocktail mixer."
"Alright, I will, but you're about to look very stupid soon," and she left the table to ask him.
"Wait, is that actually a real drink?" Lembretter asked him.
"No, but I like to ask for them, just to see what they do with it."
"Does it ever taste good?"
"Yeah, sometimes it does, but most of the time it tastes like the putrid taste of sharpies mixed with river water, diesel, and video game cartridges. It's an acquired taste though."
"Makes sense," she said, with a disgusted expression on her face, but I am autistic, so I cannot describe that because I have no idea what that looks like.
"Doesn't seem like it, but when it comes, I'll allow you to have a little taste of it," he said, completely aware of the sexual undertones that came in the bundle when you order that sentence from sentenceexchange.co.uk that right now, can save up to £50 per person. That's £200 off for a family of four! Order one now, for however much it costs, because I cannot come up with a cost for it, other than how much you can save, and I would also like to ask you to liberate me from whatever mental illness has fuelled my brain to write this, but it also could be autism, which I definitely do have.
"Thanks," she said, but she didn't really thank him in the way that people would normally thank other people, whatever that may be.
Suddenly, a cheese grater walked along the basketball court next to them, and they did not question it one bit, because why would they? After all, none of this web novel that I have published on Webnovel thus far, has made sense, so because of that, everything does. The cheese grater sat down at the table, and started playing poker, even though they were just playing Capitalism Simulator.
"Cheese grater, we're playing Capitalism Simulator, not whatever stupid card game you're trying to play," said one of the people sitting at the Capitalism Simulator table.
"Clink clink clonk clank," said the cheese grater, as he could not speak, only clink, clink, clonk and clank about, something that no one could understand, not even other cheese graters. The only other skills he had were playing poker and creating continuity errors. The toaster walked away from the Strategic Battle Game table, which was a shame, as he was just about to witness the greatest ever Checkmate in the history of Karate. He really loved boxing, so he was really sad after he missed the goal. "Toast," said the waffle maker, as he cooked some hash browns.
"Something to do with whatever game we're playing right now," Liamson communicated with his mouth, because after all, I just remembered that I shouldn't use said. I have no idea how to fill the rest of the 1.5k word requirement, that isn't really a requirement, but it's a good habit to get into before I may or may not get a contract for the Minimum Guarantee System, as I think it is called. "Oh, the Sausage Roll Frappuccino is here!" Yes! Finally a way to fill it!
He drank some of it, and he reacted in a way that could be considered a reaction. It tasted the same way that it did, which was a taste that tasted like a taste, similar to how it tasted, which would match that of the taste.
"Can I have some?" Lembretter asked, not knowing the absolute tasteful taste that she would taste, which tasted like it did.
"Yeah, sure. But you might react in a way that is the same as your reaction, which is the exact same reaction you will have."
"Wow. That's very poetic," she said as she took a sip of it.
"Thanks, I've been working on it."
"I would like to do things that may not be suitable for the content guidelines to you. Your Frappuccino also tastes very good." She was of course, maybe or maybe not lying, because she may or may not have absolutely hated it so much that at that point, she wanted nothing else than to watch some non-specified children's nursery rhymes on a non-specified streaming service, because even that fate would be better or worse than the Frappuccino that she had just drank at that moment. It tasted like it did, which was the same taste that it did.
"We should do those things that may not be suitable for the content guidelines then." And so they did the things that are not suitable for the content guidelines, which I will not describe, since they are not suitable for the content guidelines. Just read the content guidelines and decide for yourself what you would've liked them to do, because after all, there are no pictures in this web novel, so it is entirely up to your imagination what happens, as long as it follows everything mentioned in the web novel thus far. If there is information that contradicts stuff that has not been written yet, then it is still accurate, for there is no way for you to know about it
So, they did the things that are against the content guidelines, and had fun breaking the content guidelines. They broke the content guidelines, which were the same as the ones that they broke, and the night ended with one of them having a torso with an arm on either side of it, and the other having fingerprints completely different from everyone else's, then Liamson did the Macarena and killed his father in a tragic accident after he died.