Vera: Okay, so I randomly came up with this ideas: what if minkles ate herring? (If you've read "Nutty Is My Middle Name" by Vera Amber and "Saint's Poetry Corner" by St. Fang of Boredom, then you'll understand why I thought that.) Also, I have M.G (M.G Christiani) and Rain (rainbowstrike) here to help me!

M.G: Heck, she tweeted it, and it got me thinking.

Rain: -is silent-

Vera: Oh, yeah! I forgot. Rain isn't here yet...

M.G: She just got the DM, like, now.

Vera: True, true. Should we start this without her?

M.G: -shrugs-

Vera: I guess so...

Disclaimer: Vera, M.G, and Rain own nuthin'. James Patterson owns Maximum Ride, St. Fang of Boredom owns herself, and the term "bloody wicked mcaweomene", and- oh, wait! One of them DOES own something. Vera owns the minkles and herself.

Furry Minkle #4 was listening to her bloody wicked mcaweomene mp3 player when she suddenly thought: I wonder what herring tastes like?

She gathered up all her other minkle friends so they could take a trip to where St. Fang of Boredom lives so they could steal some of her herring.

As they were leaving they, much like Saint herself and many others, briefly wondered whether a herring was a bird or a fish.

But they all dismissed the thought as nonsense and started on their eight hundred mile trek across the "brilliant" east coast.

In actuality, it only took the minkles a few minutes to travel that distance, since they're awesome like that.

When they got to Saint's house (no one knows how they knew where she lived, but, like I said, they're awesome like that), all eight of the little fluffballs pounced on Saint.

Saint squeaked, then started petting the minkles, because, once again, they're awesome like that.

"Can we try some herring?" Furry Minkle #7 asked in an extremely cute voice. Saint nodded and rushed off to get some herring.

At that moment, Fang decided to walk into the room. As soon as he saw the minkles, he ran away, screaming like a little girl. Vera had sicced the minkles on him enough times that he was - and always would be - eternally afraid of minkles.

The minkles were cackling as Saint ran back in with a couple herring. Ignoring their evil laughter, Saint threw the herrings at the minkles.

The minkles quickly devoured the herring, but the minkles devour everything quickly. A few moment later, Furry Minkle #2 burped, and Unfurry Minkle said, "That tasted bloody wicked mcaweomene!"

Vera: Nng... -head slumps to keyboard-

Rain: -appears- Finally! I have defeated the evil computer, and I can type! Because I said all this before, all you tweet whores who read this can skip this next part. My rant on sayings. So, what's with the saying 'A stab in the dark'? I mean, if you're stabbing in the dark, you can't see what you're stabbing! If everyone went around stabbing in the dark, then lots of people would be dead via stab wounds!

Imagine this - you share a room with your sibling, they get up up to get a glass of water in the middle of the night, and you take a stab in the dark. The result is one less sibling, and you've got a murder case on your hands. See why people shouldn't take stabs in the dark?

Okay guys, I'm done :)

Vera: -wakes up- Nng? -shakes head- Don't blame me for falling asleep at after 3AM... -head slumps to keyboard again-

Rain: Adios.

M.G: -is silent-

R&R?