[ "You can't be Splatter's son. You can't even draw a stick figure!" insulted Darkwing. Author then wrote in his notepad.
"An Anvil falls on Darkwing" Author wrote. He then flashed the notepad for Darkwing to read. Before the hero could even read it, an anvil fell from the sky and practically flattened him. ]
Like my acquaintances- Flight and NegaChick, I am from the future like they are. Unlike them, I did not need to waste my time and energy on a machine to bring me to the time I am in now, all I needed to do was write in my notebook where I want to go. The possibilities are limitless. THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD! And I must remember to take my medication . . . . . Oh! You're still here? Well, chose your fate . . . . .