As the author hangs onto a cliff ledge for dear life, he is approached by a fruit/vegetable thing.

A/n: PersistentPickle! Help me!

Looking down at him she sports a wicked smile and launches her hands at his, digging her long fingernails into his flesh. As the author lets out a shout of pain, she leans her head in close enough to whisper in his ear.

Pickle: Long. Live. The tag.

She rips her hands upward and forces the author to let go, plummeting to the depths.

A/n: YOU'RE A BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-*splat*

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1. Male? Female? Other?
A: They don't call me a dick for nothing.

2. Meme books or Fanfictions?
A: Fanfics. A little easier to keep track of.

3. Favorite toy as a child?
A: Rubber bands.

4. Favorite food as a child?
A: Pizza burger.

5. Favorite anime?
A: Another.

6. Favorite day of the week?
A: Hint. It's my second favorite F word.

7. Favorite movie as a child?
A: Gremlins.

8. Oof or uhh?
A:

Taggies.

lol I'm dead

Why are you still here?