When Milo and me jump into our Teleporter, (2500xp is its model edition) we go to planet Velosotech, where we are locked in mortal combat. Our army (the Volosalis army) is made up of clones of me and Milo, and some aliens. The bad guy is Dr. L. Malfunkstein, who looks like a green robot Pac-Man with fangs, angry eyes, treaded boots, claws, and antennas on his head. His main weapon is a 100,000-volt gun that shoots blasts of electricity. He lives in a fortress that is heavily guarded with nuclear weapons and giant robots. His army (the Kolosalis army) is made up of enlarged amoebas, robots, and mutated strogs.
Hi! I'm Milo. I'm writing about Quincy, who is my owner. He is 9 years old. He has 3 brothers, and 2 sisters. He is in 4th grade. His eyes are blue. His hair is brown. He likes video games, riding his scooter, bowling, taking rides on me, and eating. He takes rides on me by hanging on to me like a hang glider. He is related to Daniel Boone. (I am serious.) He has a rich amount of humor. He does not like mustard, relish or sushi. There are more, but some I can't spell them. He hates math, like me. He also has a hamster named Hamtaro. He takes good care of me and him. He (and his brother) own 46 stuffed animals.
Milo lives under a tree in a secret place. There is a trap door near the tree. Inside, he has a bed, some arcade games, a mini-refrigerator, and a treadmill. There is a door in his house that leads to a hot tub, swimming pool, and a pool table. By the swimming pool, he has a water-slide that takes 5 min. to go down! In the back of his house, there are all sorts of stuff that he found when he was an archaeologist. He has little stuffed figures of Blitz, Sparx, and himself on his Lay-Z Boy bed. He likes having a great home.
He is a rare male frog with blue tipped wings. He does not eat small flies. He eats the same food as we do. He likes to live in hot places like Florida. He also likes to take on-line classes. He dislikes beets, Lord of the Rings, my brother, and math. Bowling is his favorite sport. He is a great pet, because he can do great things. He helps me with my school. He is 1 foot long, and can lift 10 times his weight. He weighs 20 pounds! He has bright blue eyes. He gives me rides and eats the clouds when he's thirsty. He says they taste like water.
Milo went to bed last night. He had a dream. This is what he dreamt. In our war on Volosotech, Milo-clone#145 was handed a hen-grenade launcher. (An egg launcher). He was sent out to the battlefield. (The real Milo was sneaking in Dr.L's base). Our new soldier was handed a porridge- machine-gun. Milo-clone#145 said, "What's your name?" He replied "Quinton," and then he was teleported to Milo's location. Dr.L was too busy dealing with me to notice Milo and Quinton enter. In 5 seconds, he was covered in porridge and eggs. After wiping them off his face, he began to shoot lasers at us. Dodging them with gigantic leaps, Quinton and Milo landed on the Dr.'s head. Stunning him momentarily, I kicked him out the window, and into a cage. BANG! Milo woke up. I had slammed a door.
