JENLEIGH611: ok fine lets see if you can twist...a happy cute fluffy puppy chasing after his frisbee...
FatShades: ....into a freeway, where the happy cute fluffly puppy becomes a pain-wracked, fluffy sack of broken bones and agony. He dies never achieving his ultimate goal, which was catching the frisbee.
JENLEIGH611: how about a little boy enjoying some cotton candy...
JENLEIGH611: remember you cant choke on cotton candy....he cant die
FatShades: Sadly, the little boy's cotton candy was made by a carnival worker, who is none too concerned with washing his hands. The little boy eats not only the cottin candy, but the carnival workers herpes as well.
FatShades: The little boy gets sick and is a social reject for the rest of his life
FatShades: Oh, and just so you know....
JENLEIGH611: yes...
FatShades: Fluffy puppy was hit by the little boy's mother, who was rushing him to the hospital because of his mouth-herpes.
JENLEIGH611: ohh thats great
FatShades: Thought you'd like to know.
JENLEIGH611: ok tired person gets sleep in a nice warm bed and the doors are locked so no people can get in the house and the etire house is flameproof
JENLEIGH611: and no natural disasters can occur
FatShades: Tired person is a known sleep-walker with manic depression. At precisely 4:37 A.M. Eastern time, tired person goes to his gun cabinet, takes out a shotgun, and repaints his bathroom with blood, brain tissue, and bullet holes
FatShades: The little boy, with the herpes in his mouth? Tired person was his uncle. Upon visiting his uncles house the next day, little herpes boy finds the remains, snaps into insanity, and hangs himself in the basement.
JENLEIGH611: oh my god wow ou really can twist a perfectly harmless story into something bad