Section One: 
         Humor... it is an Odd Concept
Section Two: 
         Blatant Star Wars Rip Offs: 
Section Three:
         Unfinished Business Section Four:
         Our Contract Says We Need Them
The Library: Origins




A strange noise, like two tiny birds fighting, was heard coming from the Nature books section. A man, dressed in black with some strange Kabuki face paint that seemed to resemble the drama, comedy and tragedy masks, peered around the edge of a bookshelf. He whistled loudly, praying that he’d soon be done here and able to return to his place with Shelly. Another man, similarly dressed minus face paint and plus a portable phone, emerged from the shadows of the phone booth. He looked around, confused, searching for the source of the noises. As if it weren’t bad enough that he was here, surrounded by books, old computers, and extremely old BOOKS, he also had to deal with this raucous NOISE. 

 

Neo caught sight of the strangely painted face. “Are you the one making so much noise?” The man with paint on his face shook his head and disappeared around the corner of the bookshelf. By the time Neo got there, he was just in time to see a swirling whitish-bluish gateway type thingamajig disappear. The painted guy was gone, but the shrieking baby bird noises continued. On a shelf, side by side, were two shrieking bundles of joy and dirty diapers. One had floating blond hair, the other long indigo hair. They were both shrieking shrilly. Neo cringed. 

 

“Just my luck... a blond screamer and a blue haired screamer...I am in hell.” 

 

Neo spent the next several years raising the twin terrors. Apparently, the fates had decided to torment him until the two were old enough to find their own victims. When they were 23, he finally got fed up and pushed them off a very high balcony. A few hours later, they were back and he was shoved through a temporal rift of their making back into the world he’d missed so much. Apparently, dealing with them for 23 years had been 22 years and 355 days too long. Pushing people who annoy you to the point of insanity off of high balconies is usually a good way to get rid of them. Unless, of course, they’re Pyla and Reea Tigla, twin nocturnal terrors of the bookshelves, destined to terrorize the universe forever. 

 
 
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