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Da Nerd wrote: Let's make a chain of never-ending quotes.

i.e. Every reply should be a quote of the last reply. Starting the chain. Continuin' the chain. What do y'all wanna talk about Oranges. Hey Apple! PLEASE

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD Annoying people with overused memes enlarges the quote quicker. I hope no one quotes before I get a chance to post this because this is going to be pretty long.

Let's do poems about the object on your right.

I'll start.

TV, TV,

Why can't you see?

The 83 channels that you have are no use to me

You see, you see,

Television isn't for me

As I use this TV for video games for me

TV, TV,

82 have no meaning

As all the time I will only be using channel 3 Good show! Good show! Indeed. Are we British? Apparently so, chap. I think the topic has derailed. I'll say it again, the topic is poems about the object on your right. The right? yes right as in not left Better. Do we HAVE to make a poem about the object on my right? Oh and I saw The Two Towers yesterday and Monsters University a few days before that Long quote, eh. Let's do stories about life in the view of any object in your room.Chapter 1It was a summer morning. I saw my owner had gotten a Buy It Now click on eBay. I knew that I would have a new owner soon.

As he wrapped me up, I tried to picture what it would be like with a new owner. Would he be friendly? Would he treat me with respect? Or would he be like my previous owner, who treated me like a worthless piece of shit? I was anticipating for the moment to come when my new owner would let me out of this box, but also afraid of what was in store for me in the future.

On my ride on the FedEx truck, I tried to relax. I fell asleep, and almost didn't notice when I was picked up. I then became aware that I was being carried into the post office. Then I remembered, I was going to have a new owner. The questions circled my thoughts again. I awaited my owner to come.

About 2 hours later, I was picked up again. This time, by a preteen boy. Would he be my new owner? Still in my cramped box, I tried relaxing again. I felt me being carried and set down. Then I heard an engine running. I must be in a vehicle of some sort. About 10 minutes later, I heard the engine stop, and a door opening. I was then picked up again and carried for another minute or so. I then heard a metal door opening and closing and an elevator bell. Either this was a hotel or an apartment building.

After a few more minutes of being carried, I heard another door open and close and was finally set down. I saw an opening in the box. I was excited. But nothing happened. What the hell is this boy doing?

After another 10 minutes, I finally saw scizzors. Yes, he was finally opening me up! The box flaps opened and the pile of packaging peanuts was removed. I'd finally met my new owner! An Asian-American nerdy boy!

With the other contents of the box, I was set on the living room floor, to be moved later. Finally, I'd gotten out of the hellhole of my previous owner.

Chapter 2

Later that day, I was carried again by the boy. I was introduced to a new room, and set on a desk. I saw another computer like myself across the room, and a somewhat older boy typing on the keyboard. I was set up and turned on for the first time by my new owner. I happily and quickly booted up Windows XP, to my owner's pleasure. I wanted to do anything I could to be nice as possible to my new owner.

With no password, I welcomed my new owner to the desktop. He then made a mark of this special moment with a new Notepad file with the content "YAY I HAVE A NEW COMPUTER!!!!". He started up Pinball and played a few games before finally going to sleep with his brother on a bunk bed.

Chapter 3

My new owner and I had something special. But it all changed that next summer. After having to suffer through a whole move to a house, to make it even worse, my owner tried to install Windows NT on an external hard drive connected to me.

I screwed up. Badly. On accident, I corrupted both installations. I was unable to boot into any of my operating systems. But my owner took the blame. To this day, I still don't know why.

A week went by, and my owner came home with a large box. He opened it up, and I saw a new computer. My replacement. I then realized how bad I really did screw up. He plugged me out of the wall. I knew this day would come, but not this soon. He then proceeded to plug in a more modern and better computer in the place my cord used to be. ''That was my place! Mine!'' He started up the new computer. Instead of my loud fans to welcome the owner, this new computer welcomed him with a high-pitched BLIP! As if that was special.

To make matters worse, he continued to use this new computer with me still on the desk. Jealousy went by day after day. The following summer I decided to finally get my revenge. There were a few power outages that summer, and I took advantage of the last one. I took out the computer's power supply and disposed of it through disintegration. I then threw the pieces out the window, having to have the window open briefly.

The next morning, my plan worked out perfectly. My owner tried to turn on the computer many times, with some frustration (sorry about that), but it just wouldn't budge! Yes! Now he has no choice but to use me--wait, owner! Where are you going?

I saw a flaw in my plan. The other members of the family also had their own computers, which I saw during moving. How could I have forgotten that? He's probably going to be using someone else's computer until this one is fixed! Traitor! I never liked you anyways!

Another month or so passed. No one had been in this room, except for my owner to look for a few CDs. Then one day, he plugged out the computer, and plugged me back in. My plan still worked, it just took a lot longer! I knew his loyalty to me wouldn't fade! He started me up!

For some reason, he put in a Windows NT disc first, and used his new Nook while it was installing. He then proceeded to install Windows XP, and started me up for the first time again! Yes, my usefulness is back! The modern computer, still on the desk, would now have to deal with jealousy! VENGANCE WAS MINE!

Chapter 4

Coming soon... You really added to the quote. ? Must be a problem with your computer, Toph. What Jelly said. Now, let's see... A poem about something on my right...

Oh I think I have one now.

*clears throat*

This is a little poem

About a graphite pencil.

It's useful for all sorts of things

Like writing, art and stencils.

A marking on the side

Of the pencil reads, 'HB'.

One time I asked my mother this:

'What does HB mean?'

My mother turned her head and said:

'My dear, I'm very busy.

I'm trying to cook some dinner

And it's left me in a tizzy.

But if you really want to know

I'll tell you what it means.

But don't tell anyone about

This little talk with me.'

I nodded, and I paid some heed

To what my mother said.

And when she finally finished it

I had to go to bed.

But what, you ask, does 'HB' mean?

I'll say it nice and clear.

DIDN'T YOU LISTEN TO MY MUM?

YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO HEAR!

*bows for applause* Holy crap, "Da Nerd wrote" shrinks so much, it's L

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. H# = softness x #

B# = hardness x #

I think, either that or the other way around.

e.g. H6 is really freaking soft.

HB is the base.

And lol @Toph Anyone want to hear a story? I hope she made lotsa spaghetti! There once was a man who knew a man who knew a man who knew a man who knew a man who knew a man who knew a man who knew a man who knew a man who knew a man who knew a man who knew a man who knew a kid who knew a sponge who knew a starfish who knew a squid who knew a krab who knew a whale who knew a fish that lived in the ocean. I said if anyone wants to hear a story. No, we do not. But we do wanna know how much wood would a woodchuck could chuck wood, assuming it could chuck wood and if so how much wood would said woodchuck chuck of it. Would it chuck all of the wood in the woods or would it simply chuck as much wood as a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck would chuck wood. If the latter is correct, then how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if the woodchuck could chuck wood? It remains a mystery....

Are you sure you don't want to hear a story? It's about time travel, you know. There are also some zombies involved. I will time travel to a time where time isn't called time and then time myself holding my breath underwater, and time travel foward in time to the present time while timing the time while time traveling.