*slicks hair back*
*puts on psychiatrist glasse"
"Scho tell me Mr. Box, vhy is so hard for you to open up to people? I't not like you have any dirty secrets inside, no? Vell, I believe vee have made much progress today, but vee have a long road ahead of us."
[i]I vill get that box to open up. It just needs time...[/i]
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This is the best so far
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The box, is put at ease. And tells a 8 hr story about how it has sat in the same place the last 8 hrs, and how it feels like its misunderstood and how everyone wants to open it with their dicks.
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*prescribes heavy psychoactive medication to make it forget that is, in fact, a box*
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The box now believes its not a box. But starts to suffer from psychotic bouts of hallucinations and dementia.
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"I see you are suffering hallucinogenic sideffects" *takes the rest of the medication* *becomes box*
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The box tries to open you. "Reveal your secrets to me!"
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*brooklyn accent* there is nothing but the universe n-no nothing. universe. uNNNNIIIIIIiiiiversssse. THerre THERE IS. THERE IS NO BOX>>>X>X>X>>>..... *burst into flames*
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The box opens up to try and save you! But out crawls niki manaj and her nasaly ass voice!
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Alas, it is too late. Dr. Couchenfreud has moved on to a better place. but probably hell.
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[b][i][u]NOOOOO!!!!![/u][/i][/b]
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*begins to offer words of encouragement, but remembers he is dead. and he is a doctor, therefore there is no god* *continues smoldering, I guess*
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The box summons the last of its power. You arise from the ashes but now you are an adorable puppy. "Sorry, i tried. Good news is pretty ladies will love you."
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*happy tears and vicious tail wagging* Thanks Box, you've helped me more than I ever could've helped you *pisses joy piss and trots off into the sunset* fin.
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Haha I like this one!