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“Oh yes,” said Alien. “I have been on the clock diet all week.”
“I bet that’s time consume…” started Spectre.
“STOP!” yelled Fuen, “we have done that joke four times!”
“Right,” said Spectre. “How is the clock diet going Alien?”
“To be honest,” sighed Alien, “I keep going back four seconds…”
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“Yeah, he was studying to be a chemist when he died,” sighed Sprite.
“There has to be a pun there,” said Spectre.
“No puns,” said Yuffie. “We knew him, even if we did not like him, so we won’t make any gags about chemists, their deaths or anything that happens after.”
“What happens after a chemists death?” asked Sprite.
“They barium,” said Spectre.
Yuffie sighed.
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“Oh, erm,” stammered Red. “He’s gone to the hospital,”
“Oh dear,” gasped Yuffie. “What for?”
“He ate a barrel of Kodak camera film,” replied Red. “The doctor said we should leave him to sleep. They will let us know if anything develops.”
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“Honestly,” said Fuen, “I am not sure what everybody is.”
“I don’t follow,” sighed Hydra.
“OK, so this place,” explained Fuen. “It’s a crossing point, from the living world to the afterlife. It is in-between. When humans, animals, and even some plants die, they walk down the paths, to the main road, and follow it to the afterlife. But we live on here for a while. We are the ideas, opinions, hopes and dreams that linger after the living embodiment is gone.”
“So I am just an opinion?” asked Hydra.
“You’re a hope or a dream Hydra,” replied Yuffie. “That’s why we don’t let you play on the road.”
I know this story has been posted before, but this is a good starting point for Hydra’s story and it hasn’t been in a book yet.