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LONG TITLE IS LONG.

So yeah. Got an idea to make a mini-story based on almost all of the people here asking for the pet. And most of them being denied. AKA Trolling at its FINEST. (Or some shit)

CHAPTER 0

After making the announcement, DMS sits in a large office chair. Outside of his room, there is a long hallway with a lot of chairs. Outside of the small building, every active user crowds the doors in hopes of getting Dark Matter, the strongest pet ever. Cygnus, who DMS is using as a secretary, gives each of them a card with a number on it. They all go and sit down in the chairs and wait. DMS reaches for a microphone on his desk and calls out:

DMS: NUMBA ONE!!

TheFanMaster walks in.

TACM- Can I-

DMS: NO.

He punches TACM through the wall. Outside, a lot of the people suddenly don't feel good about this anymore.

DMS: NUMBER TWO.

Caagr walks in.

Caagr: *EMOTIONLESS ROBOT* Can I have Dark Matter?

DMS: AFTER ALL THE SHIT I PUT YOU THROUGH? HOW DO I KNOW YOU WON'T USE THAT PET TO GET TO ME!? DENIED.

DMS punches him through another wall. He falls 6 stories onto the ground. (Did I mention that? No? Oh well.)

DMS: NUMBA TREE!!!

Poisonshot walks in.

DMS: WAIT A MINUTE WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!

Poisonshit: I ARE HEROBRINE ZOMBIE! HEROBRAEGGLUBOTTLEOLOLOLOLOL

DMS punches him through a wall and kills him again and shit.

DMS: NUMBER FOUR.

Ludicrine walks in. He looks like he just saw a ghost. If I saw a guy get punched through a wall, I'd be pretty scared too. But I'm DMS, so I don't fear anything. AND I TALK IN THE THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVE OLOLOL.

LD: D-DMS, we're good friends, r-right?

DMS jumps forward, making LD fly up in the air.

DMS: YOU'RE ON THE MAYBE LIST. OUT.

LD runs off. He runs through the hall, dancing around saying how he's on the Maybe list.

DMS: NUMBER FIVE.

David walks in.

David: Umm, hi DMS...

DMS: Hey David. You're on the maybe list.

David: ...Ok...

DMS:...Ok you're done. Out.

David leaves.

DMS: NUMBER SIX!

S17 walks in.

S17: So am I on this maybe list?

DMS: NO. YOU'RE A HYPOCRITICAL INGRATE.

S17: How?

DMS: WELL, LETS TAKE A FUCKING LOOK. YOU CALL ME OVERPOWERED ONE TIME, THEN YOUR NEXT TURN YOU HAVE CYAN PULL A MAGICAL RAINBOW LASER BEAM OUT OF HER FUCKING ASSHOLE!! NOW TELL ME. THAT'S NICE AND HYPOCRITICAL, ISN'T IT?!

DMS punches him through the wall.

DMS: NUMBER SEVEN.

Gamelover walks on.

DMS: Ohhh, do I got a BIG shitlist with you!

Gamelover tries to leave. DMS grabs him.

DMS: OH NO YOU DON'T! LET'S SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE. YOU'VE STUCK YOUR FAT HEAD IN ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING I'VE DONE. EVEN THE ORIGINAL CONTEST FOR THE 1000th PET! DESPITE THE FACT THAT IT WAS CELEBRATING THE ADOPTION CENTER'S ENORMOUS SUCCESS! YOU STICK YOUR FAT HEAD IN EVERYTHING EVERYONE DOES WITHOUT CONTRIBUTING ANYTHING YOUR FUCKING SELF! NOW FUCKING PISS OFF.

DMS punches him through a wall harder then he did anyone else. Except Poisonshit.

DMS: NUMBER EIGHT.

HGD walks in.

HGD: Hi, DMS.

DMS: Hey Hank . Ok, you're on the list.

HGD: Ok, thanks DMS.

He leaves.

DMS: OK THIS IS THE LAST ONE. NUMBER NINE.

ZX walks in.

DMS: Ok, what do you want?

ZX: I want on the list.

DMS: AND WHY SHOULD I?

ZX: I can take away your admin.

DMS: AND YOU'RE ON THE LIST. GOD DAMNIT.

ZX grins and leaves.

ZX: You do know I wouldn't take your admin for something like THAT, you know.

DMS: Meh, I know. I was just going with the act.

ZX: Hah.

DMS: OK. I NEED ALL PEOPLE ON THE MAYBE LIST TO COME IN MY OFFICE.

David, HGD, LD, and ZX come inside.

DMS: Ok. Since I'm out of ideas, here's how we're going to decide.

DMS whistles. Cygnus walks to him with a top hat. Inside are 4 pieces of paper.

DMS: Each of these pieces of paper has one of your names on it. If I draw your name, you win.

David: That's... a little underwhelming.

DMS: Shut up and get over it.

DMS reaches in his hat and shuffles around. He pulls out a card, and looks at it. He nods his head and cracks his neck(?).

DMS: And the winner...

The four lean close.

DMS: is...

The four start to shake.

DMS: Ludicrine.

LD: YESSSS! YESSSSSSSS!!!

The other three simply sigh, dissappointed.

SO LD WON THE PET. TEH END.

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