So Brock and Dawn were sitting in the Kentucky Fried Chicken. They have been in love now for a relatively long time, and Brock has a huge surprise!
"Would you kind sirs care for a cup of tea?", demanded the garçon
"I don't know", demanded Dawn
"Do you want to give us tea?" demanded Brock
"I have not even the slightest clue.", demanded the garçon, and he walked away, and a tear rolled down his face, into his nose. You tasted rather sour, but he quite pleasured the flavour.
And Dawn demanded: "Brock, will you wed me!"
"I cannot do such thing" informed Brock.
"Why is this?", demanded Dawn.
"For the simple reason that ..."
"No?", demanded Dawn.
"I am..."
"No?", demanded Dawn.
"I am..."
"", demanded Dawn.
"PREGNANT!", informed Brock.
"Oh, ok, yes, we can't wed then", informed Dawn.
"Correct", informed Brock, "the baby should never wed its brother"
"You're correct", informed Dawn, and she rubber his nose.
"Oh, screw the commandments, I'm wedding you, Dawn!", informed Brock, and he rubbed his nose.
And everyone was so happy, even the garçon, and they all rubbed his nose and it was good.
Lol, a repeat of the 1st Chapter. "It was good" is the line that was in both previous Chapters, and I love Hello Kitty. It looks like Nose Rubbing just replaced Stomach Rubbing. 0_o
This fan-fic is just like Poptarts; it's Crazy Good. Except more of the crazy and less of the good. And when I say good I mean proper. This story needs Yogos and/or Poptarts.