Young Writers Society

"Could you pass the salt?" Grif asked Snoink.

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I'm not finished."

"You've been salting your fries for 15 minutes now," Grif said.

"I'M NOT FINISSSHHHHHEED!!" Snoink shouted, jumping on the table.

"YOU ARE NOW!" Grif replied, jumping up on the table to meet her. The two titans clashed.

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"I WILL NOT GIVE YOU THE SALT," said Snoink in her demonic voice, "FOR I AM MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU AND THUS I NEED MORE SALT SO I CAN USE ITS IONIC BONDS TO BREAK YOUR BONES INTO MY BREAD!"

"OH YEAH?" Grif said. "YOUR FACE'S BONES!"

"YOUR MOMMA'S FACE'S BONES!"

"Um, we have the same mother," Grif pointed out.

"DO NOT SPEAK IN LOWERCASE LETTERS TO ME," Snoink shouted. "WE MUST BATTLE!"

"VERY WELL!"

They turned on their super boots and started flying through the room, desperately trying to get the salt shaker of might...

Prokaryote sat on the sidelines, eating a hot dog and waving a giant foam finger.

Grif and Snoink unleashed a powerful kick at the same time, their feet collided in the middle. The super boots exploded, destroying the entire room. When the smoke cleared, the two combatants had transformed yet again, this time into something even more terrifying...

"OH MY GOSH!" Linx stared at horror at the two and fainted.

Snoink laughed manically. "YOU FOOL!" she said, "I AM MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU COULD EVER IMAGINE. NOW I HAVE THE POWERS OF THE SWINE!"

And indeed, she looked like a swine. More precisely, she looked like a swine warrior in a shiny metal pink pig mechbot. She stomped around and laughed evilly.

'MWHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MWHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!"

Grif had put on his SPEW Commando suit. He activated a set of protocols and instantly the suit became bigger, until it was the same size as the pig-mecha. The SPEW suits were now at full readiness.

Grif attacked first, sending missiles streaking towards the swine. Snoink saw them coming though and moved with super-human speed. The missiles hit a building instead and even as it fell down, Snoink fired her own salvo...

"No not that...anything but that!" came a cry from a random butler who had sat in the background. "Not the EL Cerboy Felty!"

"What do we do?" asked the nervous bust boy who coward behind a decretive that looked like a blind man had picked it out.

"There is only one way to stop the monster writers," said the waiter. "Typos."

"Did I hear my name?" said Boltage as he walked in, casually sipping a slurpy. "Cause if you need typos. You found the right man...er boy for the job." With the words he crushed the paper slurpy cup and charged into the smoking rubbles of a room.

Inside two creatures waged war. Each punch came a better punch, each kick a better kick, each story a better story. it was a wear for the ages. Boltage glanced around the room, attempting to find something to amplify his voice to the beasts, and found Pork sitting still, waving his foam finger, eating his hotdog. How was he immune? Bolt had no time to wonder, he quickly found what he needed. On the floor was s small microphone shaped devise.

With a quick swipe he grabbed the devise, but sighed as he looked at the chicken leg. He took a bite of the burnt piece and mumbled something about a bad chef before walking to the table. With a single breathe he looked at the table, and bagn to speak.

"Hey ghuys wahts u? U een gavibng a greath day. Justy purew weskme safter awersdome!!!!!!!!!!
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The two monster writers looked at the boy horrified by the typo filled writing he began to spew at them so casually.

"Nothijng to says huih? O cqn ghet mat. Can't alwasy thibnk of solmethijgngihkjd to sayu myelf.
' Bolt continued and watched with a smile as the monsters screamed and retreated.

"ah. So you know that I am typoing now. No? Well take miss and tyhis. Whyu mot his to?" Boltage screamed as he ran forward. the two writers stared in fear at his ability to not care at all.

...and it missed! Kaboom went a grain factory! Except grain is really explosive, so it was really:

KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

"CLEAN UP YOUR ROOM, TONY!" she snarled.

Boltage's attack was short lived as Snoink put her massive mecha-pig's trotters right down on top of the unfortunate member.

"It's so SQUISHYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!" she screamed. Grif took advantage of her screaming and tackled her. The two mechas crashed through a hospital, which was all ready filled with casualties from the first two explosions.

Snoink stopped Grif and tossed him into another building. It was a...

...clock tower! Yes, Snoink had managed to toss Grif all the way to London, England, never mind that they were in California. Again, she laughed an evil laugh and Grif fell down and Big Ben crumpled.

"PICK UP YOUR SOCKS, TONY!" she said, laughing evilly.

"No!" cried Grif. "I'll never!"

And with those words, he picked up the subway and threw it at Snoink's head. In an instant, Snoink ducked, but even she couldn't escape the flames that occurred when the train crashed into...

The Millennium Wheel lurched free from its moorings as the subway smashed into it. The wheel rolled into the Thames.

"GIVE ME THAT CUBE! BOY!" Grif said, before firing a plasma cannon at Snoink. It missed, hitting a group of singers on...

...the roof! Of course, it was the Beatles who were performing the rooftop concert. They looked at Grif and fumed, furious.

"Attack, lads!" John called out! They used their super awesome Beatle boots and flew to Grif's mech suit. "Get a load of this!" John called out before dropping a hippy bomb into Grif's suit. Instantly, the bomb exploded and released poisonous hippy music fumes.

"AHHH!" Grif called out! "Now I'm a believer!"

"Hey, that's us," the Monkees called out. They flew and blasted more hippy music at Grif. Grif stumbled and fell into...

Grif stumbled and fell into a trance. Techno music blasted from the massive PA systems on his mobile suit, the concentrated sound waves exploded the skulls of everything within 100 meters, including the hippies.

"THE SYSTEM IS DOWN! THE SYSTEM IS DOWN!" Grif shouted over the sirens.

Everything seemed to be going fine, until...