Late at night, near 8:40, the RRBS were lulling away with boring questions.

"I need...I NEED...I don't know." Boomer laughed giving an answer to Brick's question. "Oh, well, that's useful." Brick grumbled at Boomer's stupidity. "Ooh! I know now!" Boomer peeped up, nudging Brick in the side. "I need a pet," "Obvious answer from you," Butch muttered, setting down the stuffed kubeba he was ripping the stuffing out of. "Wha- hey! That was mine!" Boomer yelled as he pushed Butch of the ledge of the couch.

"Sorry, Boomer," Butch mumbled. "I needed something to do." Boomer's fiery gaze changed to annoyance, and he said, "It's fine. I didn't need that one anyways. It was as ugly as you- au it even looked a little better." "Blonds are always stupid," Brick laughed under his breath. "I heard that," boomer assured his brother. Brick laughed. "I know." Boomer frowned, but his eyes still burned with hatred. He sighed then mumbled loud enough for his brothers to hear, "Shut up, PowerPuffs."

"What did wewe just say to us?" Brick demanded. "You heard me loud and clear, no need to repeat myself." Boomer hissed. "I'd rather be a dog than sleep in the same house as you guys tonight," Boomer growled.

Brick and Butch's eyes blazed with anger. "Fine. wewe want to be a dog-" -Brick picked Boomer up kwa the scruff of his shati and threw him outside- "-be like one. Sleep out here tonight, and we'll see how wewe are in the morning."



About 10 dakika passed, and Boomer sat out there, looking at the stars. "Help me," he pleaded. "What is wrong with them- me. What's wrong with me."






Should I do a sekunde chapter?