The Story of Mister [a finished nonsensical microfiction]

Maturity: None.
Fantasy: None.

(Yes, this is weird. xD I was bored.)

Once upon a time, mister went to the moon. His name was Mister.

Mister was a fat fellow, so when he climbed into the spaceship, he barely fit in the seat.

Mister's partner, Finnegan the fine fellow, gasped. "Mister, you're a fat fellow!" he said.

Mister shrugged, pulling out a thing of peanut butter. Peanut butter was very fattening, you know. "So what?" he replied, starting to eat the peanut butter.

Finnegan the fine fellow shook his head. "You'll regret it."

When they got to the moon, Mister ate it. And so Finnegan the fine fellow had to leave him behind, because his stomach wouldn't fit in the spaceship.

The end.

That was... creative. xD

Why, thank you! ;D

...
Beautiful! That was just...
*teary eyed*
That was a thing of beauty!

*throws bouquet onto the stage*

Thank you, thank you!

Amazing. xD
A nice short story, Shad

xD Thank you!