Here's my submission for DP Day of Angst. I'm not sure if this actually qualifies.... It's more like insane rambling, but whatever.

Enjoy!

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I hate this thermos, always have.

I hate life.

I hate Danny Fenton.

I HATE THIS EFFING THERMOS!

Did I mention how I hate this stupid metal contraption? Why is it always nessesary to put the bad guy in a small enclosed space? Stupid thermos...

But... What did I ever do to become the bad guy? I loved my family very much. Now that's a freakin' crime?!

Wow.

Seriously though, who puts a devilishly handsome maniac in a soup thermos for eternity?!

I need to have a talk with these people...

Oh, well. No crying over curdled milk, right?

My mom used to say that so much when she was alive. Not that she's dead of course. Well, actually, if you think about it my mother is dead, but technically my mom is raising two teenagers at this very moment.

One being me.

Damn weird crap going on here.

I'm at Fenton Works being taught how to catch a ghost for the millionth time, and I'm stuck in a leaking thermos, brooding. Will someone please kill me?

Oh, wait. You can't.

It would be nice if you would though. I think hell would be a nicer alternative to this torture device you call a Fenton Thermos.

Then could you at least let me out of this stupid thermos?

No?

Why not?

Don't look at me like that! I'm not stupid, just a lonely young ghost yearning human or ghost companionship, or I'd settle for more room than soup is allowed.

You'll let me out?! Really? Thanks, I was in a killing mood today.

See you in hell.

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