Gambit stood alone on the street corner, it was dark as night on a winter night, he believed she would come pigtails again. Little by little he urged the rope up his cigarette and played a new song on his phone, he felt good, like he was giving her praises. He fell off his horse a little when he heard something he said in his head about her, something like, "I'll leave you in this place." It was somewhere awful, he cringed. He waited for around 5 minutes before leaving the wet play with his cigarette to go inside and check the TV. Just to see what was playing. Just as he was about to go up, he looked and saw her, it was his wife, she was back with the kid and got him something to eat. "Gambit." his wife said. "Wife!" Gambit yelled shrieking. "You're not a good look leaping out at the place, wait inside," she said, "I just wanted to come greet you to let you in, they changed the locks you know." Gambit still agreed, "I know, I have the same key as you, just open the door." She stifled. She handed him one parcel and kept the rest, the two walked up the stairs and up the hill until they were at their flat, the kid tipped them and left to go play with his friends. The two were alone, but Rage Sue Gheist had to be around somehwhere. Monkey Man was on the computer and Peculiar Tom and Dan were living in the living room, playing parcheeze. It was another typical night I gave Gambit to liven up, but it was true, he was dwindling from being a sad sack of shit and really just wanted dinner made. His wife stopped, "Did you just want to get fed fast?" The team of lawyers looked in disgust. "Gambit, she'll sue you for that." said one lawyer. I gave it a scrummage, "Looks like she's suing you, Gambit." said Quintin. "She wouldn't sue me on Christmas, would she?" Asked Gambit, "Only if you complain we're having a stew." Said his wife. "I thought we were preparing a holiday ham…" Gambit roasted, everybody cringed. "Jackson, everybody." Rage Sue Gheist exclaimed, "Big props, Rage Sue Gheist." Said Quintin. "Gambit, I sue you for an afternoon meal!" Said his wife. Suddenly the kid was back, "I heard you guys fight." he said, Gambit stooped, "You know you're adopted, but I still agree you have rights, please don't go with your mother on this." Said Gambit. The kid put on shades, even though it was dark, "Just to look like Rage Sue Gheist, I'm gonna corner your blow and say if you don't pay me, I'll be off without you during mom's saturday feast." Said the kid. "A feast? Really? No…" Gambit swigged down into his seat, he kicked and moaned he couldn't pay the brat. I could see the pressure on her more, it was attractive, she wanted him to hurt. "And I'm giving the big cooking job to you, today." She said, Gambit cried, he was a fat lazy piece of shit that would have been homeless without her and the kid helping with rent and groceries, cooking in batch to save money "Alright alright," said Gambit. "Monkey Man, I sue you to cook." Gambit wrote, "Why me?" Asked Monkey Man, "You're just playing on the computer, come on, I'll take over." Monkey Man agreed since he was under oath and sworn to Gambit. Monkey Man started cooking the stew. "Hey Gambit? You might not like this, being used up and all, but she gave you the good meat this year." Monkey Man said. "I'm too late for that, I'm looking busy, I've hardly noticed at the computer." Gambit said. His wife grieved, but went over to see what he was playing, it was World of Made, the feast RPG where you just make random things with stuff you pick up from guys. "You know, Gambit," His wife said. "Not now, I'm legit, I'm playing, you can see, I did the cooking, legally." Argued Gambit, "I sue you to play." Said his wife. "Doh!" Said Gambit as the lawyers and Quintin agreed he'd met his match. Gambit strode over to the kitchen and grabbed Monkey Man's spoon, who went back to playing World of Gears, the lets play shooter where you dive at a car every three levels. He would have made it back to cook, but he was at one of those car levels; he really had to play hard to work of the steam of grease Gambit left. I would tell you one detail, Gambit had a car, but it played him. He was in the backseat of it now as the hierarchy suggests, his wife bought his life since she thought it would make a gain and it sorta did with all his help but he really had a mental health stirring getting it to be good for him. He's a natural at suing, she bets, it's actually Quintin, his team of lawyers, and the knoll that comes out, Rage Sue Geist, but he's the only person with the support so I have to give it to him. "We're with him." Said Quintin, Gambit's wife groaned, knitting. Something impassable happened, Peculiar Tom said it was time to duel and leveled it with the crowd, giving them all a chance to battle, Quintin won like expected since he makes the most from TV and puts it into his deck quite wholesomely. Quintin gave Peculiar Rick a card, who stopped by when he heard dueling, since I guess he thought he played better than last time. Gambit rode up toyed hard and slavish. "I present to you, a stew." Gambit spoke. "It should have been in all morning, but I guess it'll have to do." Said his wife. "Speaking to you makes me badger, wife, I love your cooking, but here's mine, hopefully it's good." Said Gambit, toasting the table, sorta. Everyone ate and spoke big about the trouble at work, saying everyone was going into industry and they would really have to focus on the future of the commune. Gambit nodded, prepared to fight more crime than normal, which had been none for page, most of their time was spent getting everybody together and moving Gambit off the slot of homeless pigeon keep. Monkey Man, who was eating at the computer gave a ride to Quintin and handed him something like a book. "So this is what happened when you were out, Quintin." Said Monkey Man, "Thanks, I should have gave you a heads up I didn't want it to be known about" said Quintin. "I think you'll laugh, you said you did." Said Monkey Man. "If you say so, Monkey Man." Said Quintin, pocketing the page, getting in close to eat. Everyone soon parted unless they lived there, which was everyone but Peculiar Rick who stayed for supper for some reason. So they all started drinking. Ranting off, telling it was the first day they'd felt something. But Gambit felt of note something funny about Monkey Man and Quintin's participation with each other, so he spoke to Quintin that he would like to see it, far out drunk, but he read it.
I give you the purchase, a steady heart meant failure of a catastrophic ordeal. He strode out into the page and pavement, writing to take anew, the firm butter, a long press. A safety ordeal would have been the touch, but he wanted danger, something to reap new friends anew as answer to who he were. A touch, so gentle, yet so sparked, a longing for a new breath in the coil of answer to the thought: "Are we touching old or are we there yet?" The thought broke through the church of man, Rage Sue Geist had thought it, there were more, monkey man, the don delivery, scouter, mame man, the scholar of yore, the game man, and the principle. Gambit had seen two things, you, what you're made of, and the slot, the work end for his book that would play as a count for you. You have seen the knocking of the pages that once sent Monkey Man into pure fear, the last article was not as wrote, you see, the author, stricken, was trying to write a funny page in a memoir that had already left the skin pipe flute of his manuscript yore. The prophecy that the first volume was written in one day, as a chapter, would have flawed you, as any ready reader would have fell into it. But so stubborn. You would see him as a great float, an answer to you, Quintin "Cool Kid" Bravo Jackson. He was scouring the news line looking for germs to pick for his wet music, he stumbled upon her and it shared a life with another like him. Picking the guitar, he hammered her to writhe and sing, he would play to accompany. The sword was true, the yellow whimper of her locks would cause a great key to be created, his key would be forged into fort Knox and other websites he wanted to take down. Later he prepared her, but nothing came out, he wondered why, but it was true, she was just a germ, not big enough to be alive. He cambered his box one more note and tuned her to look like a great Geist in the past, Nerissa, the viral platformer. He would go limp to confuse her but he was knocking her out with the swing, he would limp so purely it's as if life was taken from him, the germ was putrid, but it got to see him, and uttered, "Wee woo." He kept her good and tidy, until she read a book and gained knowledge of the real world, she wanted desperately to be killed, but in Quintin's world, it was impossible. She claimed beef, she stole his humanity and left running a train to the ground. He helped pay for it, he's an alright engineer but the train was out for awhile and needed him to cut the rope on her, with another train gone already, it makes like 2 or 3 she's ruined trying to give it the hickey because she believes it'll one day fulfill her like no man ever did. He pageant it through the rope but couldn't find great upheaval, until he called her a knocker and the two agreed on light cuddling. Until she read more books, then she wanted to learn how to dye her hair, so he gave her a mom and let her live life normally, away from him. He would be your sworn tooth, your glimmering ally! It's true that said what he thought, the glimmering truth, "He who thought, did not know." But he was truly wise in knowing what to put down for the first ordeal in the book, he could not be so wise as to write the second page, the part of the fourth chapter we put down. He was really bright, "I might have written that on acid." and thought, "I might have been toking." He was really bright to see the day go down and the knot in his side that bleeded the reason he were to die, the ape sent letter he sent to her. He was blissfully down, the letter wrote that he would care more for his hip than the letter, that he would send to her his hip attached if she were to wrote by, but the letter never came. Struck, he gave reason to it, to her, saying that, "She would obviously be playing dipshit right about now." And he were true but not right, for that would stain the very fabric of which she played on him so. So, he went and gave this day a break, he decided to learn what loving could really do, took her out of his mind, and gave us the first chapter. It was so brave, he might have learned something if he was walking through it, or giving it shape or thought, but really he was acting a nut from his adventure and didn't take anything to lend to seriously. Gambit now stands at the beacon sunlight room, taking it in, the mightiest of the west, Sharken, Stimble Tales Boy, The Gawker, all along the room waiting for him to take his place. The light lord leader, Q-boy, took his glare from a beam of sunlight that brought him into the page. "Now that we have our leader, we can begin with the book." Said Q. "Gambit, what do you think the book should be about?" Asked Q. "Well, it should be about us and our mightiest crew on an adventuring sea." Said Gambit. "Like, on a boat?" Asked Q, alarmed. "sorta like we were on a ship and crew and there were wet sailors that climbed aboard." Gambit wrote. "Let's see, we got that, that's good, we just need time for our adventure, and it dawdles." Q said, joking himself to the room. "Say, what does Monkey Man think?" Asked Q. Monkey Man was taking break in an actual fairy factory, he was at fort wayne for fairies. "SIR!" A fairy spoke. "Q wants to ask what you would do for the book." "Yes of course, I would fort faeries and kick their asses down the hill and then make them march up again, then when we were cold and gay I'd shiver their timbers in gold boots and make a dance lesson, then we'd have cake." Said Monkey Man. Q sat watching clearly, he knew Monkey Man had to be included, and so did everyone for his sake. Q was trying to make the book as alive as possible. "Gambit, what does Gambit think, your father?" Q asked. "My father? He knows the book and he says it's very good, he thinks it just needs more super hero stuff in it." Gambit said, very knowing. "I guess it gives it structure, although structure never worked for the book, a fever dream where we don't know what's happening works good, but I'll include it." Said Q. "You know, where I'm going to now is… Making the book read bigger… Maybe we can ask Rage Sue Geist to write some copy the right way." Said Q. "Gambit, why don't you sue for it?" asked Q. "I sue to find out the way to make the book bigger." Just like that there was light, as soon as Gambit said that, the room filled to the brim with light, people were blinded. "It is I." Said Rage Sue Geist. "Looks like the way is tricky, but there's a way to find him." Rage Sue Geist explained. They all started looking for a tricky author known world round, Stephen King. Rage Sue Geist explained Stephen King would know what the book needed to be bigger. They got him online. "So you're explaining this but you're not actually a reader, come back when you have a bigger stack." "He's actually read everything, but not on him, just as a crucial observer over other people." "Oh that's a big stack, alright, who said that? Doesn't matter, alright, so we make this folksy like a literature book and it fairs off the right way, but we want it to dawn like a star, you can do this for comedy speak but I do it for horror, it's when you make the book leap out in terror at itself, it's really good, you should ask it." Said King. Quintin looked down for a second, "Book, what would make you laugh?" The book never responded, but gave crucial hints like it was playing a game. So after they cleared a level in thought, they got to the part where they were down looking at this book and it asked for a lot of things, it asked for a like, some reach, something to do, it also asked to be hidden from the bookshelves unless Quintin had read at least an inch of a book. He had, so that's cause for another book probably. It was really itching for Quintin to read at least the inch of the book he already wrote. He did, although it took him awhile. He made some changes and thought of the book some more, there was an inch for him, something crawling, quite awakened. It was when men were formed, Quintin thought of his book the same way, maybe he could cook something at the lab. So to the lab they went, ordering out chemistry and getting a helpful splashing of DNA. "This is my favorite part, if we intwine the force to this life stream, it should write the book." Dear caption, it comes to my attention that the book were to be written without the cause for this sort of design, but where were we going with it? The book clicked, and out it rode, inside, was a little note designed for Quintin. Quintin read it and laughed, he laughed so hard, he actually had to wipe his memory. Quintin wiped his memory and came back. "Oh okay, who put this here? HAHAHAHAHAHAH!" Q said, wiping his memory in the absolute hysteria. He quickly wrote another note. "Dear Q, don't read the other note, it's really funny but you wiped your mind." He read it anyway, "HAHAHAHAHA!" And wiped his mind once more. Everyone was shocked, all the note said was, "Gambit was an ex-farmer." But Quintin really thought it was funny. That's all we got up to in the book writing session as far as I can remember, but it might have been a couple more turns until Quintin stopped laughing and ate the note.
"HAHAHA! Monkey Man… NO! Why would you write the note?!" Asked Quintin, starry eyed. "I don't know, I didn't think it was funny." Said Monkey Man. "No, GAMBIT is an EX FARMER." Quintin said, everybody watched, Gambit said, "Yeah? What do you mean?" Quintin stood up, "Gambit, oh my God, I can't believe I'm explaining this, Gambit, you remember when we found you, you were surrounded by pelicans?" Quintin explained. "Yes, I remember the pelicans and being homeless with them." Gambit said. "You were a shit farmer! You farmed their shit! OH MY GOD!" Quintin screamed, everybody started laughing except for Gambit. "You were covered in shit everyday from a long hard job!" Quintin stated, laughing profusely. "I can't believe you remember that, we've never written it." Gambit said. "Next time, I'll give you Gambit's farmer origin story! OH MY GOD!" Quintin ended.