Medley And Ikea. (April 2008)

I really don't remember writing this. At all. I don't know if me, or Felicia did. But. WTF LOL.

This is an epic adventure.
Medley was walking down the street when she met a lady. The lady asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up, and if she would please, buy this magic herb, fifty pense apiece.
Medley was stunned at this offer, and simply said, simply put, that she did not know what she wanted to do with her life, and paid for the magic herb, although she did not know what the hell it was.
She continued walking her way, and the mysterious lady continued walking hers.
Ikea was Medley's friend. Ikea was hood, so hood, infact, that she often just walked the streets saying, "I'm soooo hood." That's a song, also. I've never even heard it. So anyways, Ikea was walking the streets, opposite the way of Medley, from her house, and soon they'll meet. They'll meet again, they will. I'm diggin' that beat. Ikea, alas, runs into some trouble.
"Dayumm, whatchu cookin??" Alonso stops her in the street, poised for battle, and possibly buttsecks.
"I'm sooo hood," Utters Ikea, and pulls out her shiny red switchblade. "LET'S BRAWL." Alonso, frightened by this uncanny act of terror, stands still, stunned.
"Oh," He says, and walks away, and Ikea continues on her merry way, not paying attention, and laughing at the word 'Spool'.
Then BAM. She runs right into Medley.
"O hay, just lurkin'." Says Medley.
"Ahh," Says Ikea. "I didn't see you. I just got into another brawl with Alonso, when well he ever learn?"
"Yes, when." Comments Medley.
"What's that you got there?" Ikea motions to the magic herb, still fresh in Medley's hand.
"What's what I got where?"
"That, in your hand. What it be?"
"Oh, it be." A grin spread across Medley's face. Ikea looked confused. 'A lady, back down that way. Sold it to me for a special deal of ten squid. Pip pip, cheerio. "
"Oh..." Said Ikea. "That sounds suspicious. But still, you never told me what it is."
"I don't know, really. Quite really, it's a magic herb, she said, she did."
"A magic herb, you say?" Ikea questions. "And what do you do with this so called, 'magic herb,' ?"
"Don't know, I do." Medley answers, half-assededly, half-mindedly, and staring into the sun. "Why I bought it, I don't even know."
"We should go on an epic adventure to NexopiaLand and ask the great Cream if he's got the answer we are loooking for, to find out what this Magic herb you've got is.." Ikea suggests, cocking her head in a Collie-dog sort of way. A dumbed down version of Lassie.
"Yes, indeed. Splendid idea my dear collegue!" Medley's eyes, wide open like a saucer in anticipation of this newly suggested suggestion.
"Well, let us go now, shall we?"
"We shall."

And so the epic adventure begins.