"Pass the story?" Add one to two sentences, only rule is just make grammatical sense to the best of your ability!

I screeched some very God forsaken words and pulled out a knife. I have no idea where it came from.

I don't even know how I was holding the knife, being a wind chime and all.

Magic.
Just magic.

ANYWAYS, I launched myself at the army of wind chimes, throwing them off me and slashing their strings as they hurled themselves at me, screaming bloody murder.

"BLOODY MURDER!!!!" They screamed in unison.

Literally. I screamed "GORY SUICIDE!!"

"SHREK IS DEAD!!!" They shouted back.

"SO IS YOUR SISTER!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs.

((Come to think of it, that makes no sense. The top of your lungs? Lungs don't have tops! That's just a weird way of describing it.))

(I agree, absolutely preposterous!)
The wind chimes swung angrily at me. "DEATH!" They screamed.

A random guy came out of nowhere with a green screen behind him. "IT'S TIME TO STOP!!!!" He yelled.

"WHAT?!" I shouted. Honestly, everything was so loud I hadn't heard him properly.

"CUT! He screamed. "I said CUT! End scene! Stop rolling! For god's sake, just stop!"

"WHAT?!" I yelled back.

"Oh my god—for fork's sake—" He grabbed a megaphone from a random bystander and held it to his mouth.

"CUT!" He bellowed.

"Ow!" I winced, covering my ears. "No need to yell."

"Oh my god."

The self-appointed director paced back and forth scowling.
"Honestly, what a poor performance. The anger, so cheesy. The drama, so boring. The ending, is it ever going to?!" He muttered darkly into his thick black beard as he shot deadly glances into every person on the premises in turn. In shock, a number of curious onlookers began to leave. As the crowd began to disperse he brought his attention back to us.

"What????" I asked extremely puzzled. Was everything i went through a lie?

He gives me a dirty look. "And what a waste of wind chimes. Props are FRAGILE, you know!!"

"Props?" I glanced around wildly. What was going on??? "Pinepple?" I asked.

"Yeah, no, hun," a lady said as she appeared out of nowhere.

She flicked my ear with a long, red-painted fingernail. I gaped at her. She was…gelatinous, wearing a floppy dark purple hat and a matching dress with a fur neckline. She had too many chins to count and her smile was thoroughly disturbing.

"M—Miki-ti?!" I gasped in shock.

"Yes, it is I, M-Miki-ti," she said drily. "Otherwise known as….
(Dramatic pause)
"Pinepple."

(And there, ladies and gentlemen, is your quality plot twist.)

(aaahhhhh)

I screamed. "PInepple?!!!??? You're a woman???? AUHHHHHHHHH!!"

"Excuse me, but how is that confusing?"

"You were a male dinosaur before! You had make pronouns used or your dialogue, how can this not be confusing? You literally just disowned me for Wonderland!" I aruged.

"How did you even manage to look like Miki-ti? You're a dinosaur!" I asked, point a finger at hi—no. Her? Them? AGH.

"I am Miki-ti, hun," Pinepple said.

"That's not possible," I insisted.

"You're not possible. You were never meant to be born."

"Rude" Pinepple said while chuckling a little bit.

"Hey guys, you should respect her!" Danielle said while glaring around the room.

"What?? She said that to me!!" I protested. "The writer forgot to add who said it and she/he, i dont even know, was meant to!!"

Honestly, I couldn't tell if they were uglier as a dinosaur or a…..woman? Blob? Whatever she was.

"Oh well. I honestly don't know what's going on…" She replied as she shrugged.

((okay I am so confused right now))

((Guys I think we should call Pinepple/Miki-ti "they"))