" Ok, team, time for a group meeting>" sagte Skipper, once we were seated around the cinder block.
" This isn't about some invention, is it? ' asks CC
" No. It's about Fanpop."
" What about it?" i ask.
' We need the names of some of the "Popular" Fans of P.o.M" says Kowalski.
" well, don't ask me, I'm not on fanpop. the world's not ready to read my Hetalia fics.' says kristen
" Oh, well let's see, there's Mostar1219, _Lexi23_, peacebaby7...." says CC
"Perfect! We only need three names!" says Skipper
" Why?" I ask
"We're introducing them to ourselves." explains Private.
" Well, it's a coincidence, 'cause...

10709 people talking
R:Rat King, here.
R:Hello?
C:Hey.
R:Finally! an answer!
C:Answer what.
R:You answered.
C:What do Du think about the study of neuroscience?
R:What? I'm not the dude to be asking! Talk to that brainy flightless bird!
C:Ohh. Du must really like her.
R:The brainy one's a dude, like me! Even if he wasn't i wouldn't like him!
C:Do Du want to talk about your frustration?
R;No!
C:Are Du a robot?
R:No! I'm a muscular sewer ratte that'll schlagen, punsch your face in if Du dion't shut up!
C:How do Du know Du are not human
R:I"m a rat! not a human!
C:Have Du heard of INQ?
R:What?!
C:Whaa!
R'Huh?
C:Mivan?
R:Who?...

     The wind slipped through his feathers as Skipper belly-slid to the zoo's walk-in freezer. The team was in a diamond formation with Kowalski still freaking out over his thoughts of Doris being shown to everyone. But in the end, his invention came through and now they were all racing to the rescue. 
   "Skippa will we get there in time?!" Private yelled to his commander. 
    "I hope, Private." Skipper sagte back. He knew that if they had been in the freezer for that long then they were running out of time. 
  
            In the freezer

    Julien looked at  Lexii.  They...

RULES:
1. Put your Musik player on shuffle.
2. Press vorwärts-, nach vorn for each question.
3. Use the song Titel as the answer to the Frage even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!
4. Tag 5 people.
5. Bold the Fragen and with the answers, give your own Kommentare on how it relates to the questions.

1. How are Du feeling today?

rin kagamine - meltdown
(well, the 'meltdown' part is true cause it's hot here)

2. Will Du get far in life?

Ellie Goulding - Lights (wired dubstep remix)
(kinda make sense )

3. How do your Friends see you?

Ke$ha - Boots and Boys
( guess i'ma cowboy err...Girl XD)

4. Will Du get married?...

"Keep Holding on"
You're not alone, together we stand, I'll be Von your side, Du know I'll take your hand, When it gets cold and it feels like the end, There's no place to go, Du know I won't give in, No, I won't give in, Keep holding on, 'Cause Du know we'll make it through, we'll make it through, Just stay strong, 'Cause Du know I'm here for you, I'm here for you, There's nothing Du could say, nothing Du could do, There's no other way when it comes to the truth, So keep holding on, 'Cause Du know we'll make it through, we'll make it through, So far away, I wish Du were here, Before...

It became increasingly tense in the estate, the lone, last son of Keller blood sitting in the puffy, leather-backed chair that once sat Damion himself, was now occupied Von the brown otter that once considered himself a son of the Kellers. He fascinated himself with the former journals and recordings of his Uncle-in-law, appreciating the sheer beauty of Damion's labyrinthian mind. He clicked "play", for the umpteenth time today.

"Day four, sixteen hundred hours, subject 145B, Procedure 1150 Seleucid. It seems as if I have successfully created a "Consciousness Server", with Barnaby- I mean, 145B,...

Damion found his way into a small hatch outside Hannah's office, locking it tightly and entering a musty crawlspace, where he got on all fours and did a belly slide to the other end. There, he saw a rusted grate, which he kicked open and plopped out into the snow. It wasn't long before he had started putting on a plush winter mantel made of black leather. Sirens were blaring throughout the city, muffling the normally loud traffic of the streets of Augusta. Damion had to get away from the office complex NOW. 

"Ah, Hannah's got this, if I can get far away enough from detection, the authorities...

A belated pang followed a bright flash, and another right after, and two more, three, until the Glock had emptied its magazine, and a sharp click to purge the barrel of any remaining casings. The one behind the Glock stood with bemusement, shrugging his mantel in disapproval.

"Excellent aim my lord," a well-dressed pinguin responded. 

"Aim?" the coated pinguin replied with soft depression in his brown eyes, glaring back at the black cutout target with only five of the seven bullets actually embedded into the head. 

"Aim, five out of seven, Du hit your mark roughly seventy percent of the time,"...