I found a mood ring on the ground. I was all like.... You fatcats didn't eat your mood ring! Now it's mine. Anyway, i heard that they turn black when they got really hot. Soooo.... I put it on my lamp, which actually turns unbearably hot after awhile.
After about 5 minutes of pointless doodles on the back of the paper which I drew 'Firebat' on, I realised I'd forgotten about the mood ring. It turns out mine was a special case; it didn't turn black at all. It turned brown with black streaks.
When I picked it up, it almost burned my finger off. I mean, I expected it to be hot, but not THAT hot. I left it for a while, to see if it would go back to normal. It didn't. It now resides in one of the less-used corners in my room, after I flung it there in a fit of rage.

(Actually; there was no rage. I couldn't actually give a shit that the damn thing broke, but it was nice having it for a while.)


A lesson to all those Risk-takers and Adventurers out there; Never pick up a mood ring after leaving it on a hot lamp for 5 minutes. My finger has 3rd degree burns from that thing.
Well.... OK. That was a lie. I've only got 2nd degree burns.
Err... as for the mood ring, I've got an unfortunate feeling that we'll never be seeing him again. Poor Garet.

IN THE MEANTIME....

A little look into Gambulator's Kitchen.

"NOT THERE YOU FOOLS!! PUT IT OVER HERE! THAT WAY IT CATCHES THE VOID-LIGHT!"
About 8 feeble hobos are placing a sack of onions near the windowsill. No regular onions; Hafufful onions, the most prized and precious onions in all of existence. Everybody was after them, because they were worth about a billion dollars each. Any dish they were added to was bound to be the best tasting meal you have ever had. The only way Gambulator could lay his hands on them was by Invading Grunge realm and slaughtering all the crop defenders. It prooved no meagre task, most of his solid gold army was slaughtered in the process, to the point that he had to fight aswell. It turned out to be a good thing though, because without the Hafufful onions, the grunge army could no longer attack. After tasting a meal that the finest of kings would weep with delight about eating, he vomited. All over the person that served it. "WHAT IS THIS FILTH?! TAKE IT AWAY, YOU FOOL!" Not wanting to be flicked in the skull again, the hobo ran off. It turns out though, Hafufful onions have a very harmful side effect, but only when you put more then one of them into some food. The foolish cook, not knowing this, had comprised the entire meal from the onions. Gambulator's defencive system had gotten rid of the poison, which surely would have killed even him.
He felt that he sure could go for a taco or two.