Summer Files: Atlantis 4

After I finished writing Summer Files: Atlantis 3, Poseidon was furious.



"I can't believe you spent thirty minutes using the internet! That'll cost me fifty extra bucks this month!" He gasped.



"You have a horrible Internet, then," I said. "Have you tried using Afflack?"



"Isn't that an insurance company?" He asked.



"No, the insurance company is called Keebler," I said.



"Isn't Keebler those tree-elf cookie bakers?" He asked.



"No, that's called Verizon." I said.



"Isn't Verizon a cell phone company?" He asked.



"No, that's called McDonald's." I said.



"Isn't McDonald's that Fast Food place with the Clown as a Mascot?" he asked.



"A Clown? WHERE?" I shrieked, brandishing my Nun-Chaku wildly. Unfortunately, I bashed Cursive in the head, and he died. Hard.



"Technically, Ronald is a Mime," Genvieve began.



"No, Ronald is a wizard!" I shouted as Poseidon yelled, "HA! Your wielder of the Hammer of Thor is dead! Now your lives are forfeit!"



I knew what I had to do.



I ran toward the dead body of Cursive as Poseidon rose into the air, laughing manically.



He swooped down on me as I picked up the Hammer.



He swooped away as I raised it into the air.



He looked at me in confusion as I snapped it in half.



"NO!" I yelled. "Our lives are Parfait! Forfeit is a type of pastry!"



"Oh," he said. "I never knew."



POP!



He had disappeared.



A rumbling sound began to permeate inside the palace. Genvieve yelled, "OH NO! We killed the final boss, and now his death has triggered a chain of explosions that is causing the entire place to collapse around us!"



"Don't be silly," I said. "That's only in video games."



Suddenly, a huge lightening bolt zapped right onto Poseidon's broken throne. I knew who it was.



"Thor!" I yelled. "Tell Genvieve he's wrong, and that ridiculous statement he just said is false, and how you've enlightened me by typing up amazing, bolded things in my posts, things I don't need to know cause I already know, and everyone else does, like how I tried to explain to this European Model here in Summer Files: Atlantis 2!"



"Um," Thor said slowly. "No, Henry the Eighth is right, and I didn't type those things, Oma..."



"Aw darn!" I said. "I coulda sworn I was right! Wait, who's Henry?"


"Olaf, listen to me..." Thor began.



"Genvieve, do you know who this Henry dude is?" I asked. Genvieve was shaking in anger. He whispered, "Let our god speak..."



"Olaf, Oma..." Thor began.



"I know, right? Omar told me of how you blessed my blog with that bolded text!" I yelled. "Isn't he great?"



"OLAF!" Thor yelled.



"Whoa, I'm being yelled at by a god!" I yelled. "Never thought that that would happen!"



"ARGH!" Thor screamed, shooting a lightning bolt at Genvieve, killing him instantly.



"Yeah, I thought he was annoying, too." I said.



"OLAF LISTEN!" Thor yelled. "YOU'RE THE ANNOYING ONE HERE! I KILLED HIM ONLY BECAUSE I COULDN'T KILL YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE DESTINED TO DO SOMETHING GREAT SOON!"



I began to cry.



"Y-y-you think I-i-i-i'm Annoying?" I blubbered.



Thor looked around at the falling palace. "I don't think the Vikings can use this place for land. But, Poseidon lost his home, so that's a plus. Good work, Olaf."



"He thinks I'm annoying!" I screamed. Pointing his hammer at me, Thor muttered some words.



The next thing I knew, I was on the Bloodhound.



"Olaf!" I heard someone yell. Looking up, I saw through my tears Gregory the Hairy. "What happened at Atlantis? Why are you back here?"



"HE THINKS I'M ANNOYING!" I shrieked.



"Yes," Gregory said. "Yes, I do."



I dragged myself to the computer and typed up this post.



Olaf the BAAAAALD!