Odin: This is a hostile take over, My spelling has been failed to be corrected and moogles are in charge! I am odin! Master of moogles!

Odin:....

Odin: Hmmm, odd. I seem to of lost all modivation to take over from lack of daily injuries.

December 12, 2000:Odin: I like Yuffie!

Odin: I like moogles.

Bahamut: You know I said 'I like Yuffie!' under your name, right?

Odin: No... Hey! Stop it Bahamut, your'e commiting unforgivable acts of hate equal to murder!

Bahamut: Will God forgive me?

Odin: Not likely, unless you give up all your jello snacks.

Bahamut: Well, I guess I'm doomed to be damned to hell now.

December 11, 2000:Bahamut: Odin, you start us off today.

Odin: It's tough when a king of mythical norse gods has to make ends meet by doing a paper route.

Bahamut: Pain's funny when it happens to you.

Odin: Yes, we all know that.

Bahamut: I'm just reminding everybody.

December 10, 2000:Bahamut: Oh no, those crazy hackers have struck again! You crazy hooligans, stop this madness!

Odin: Hey Bahamut, is our vacation still going on? I thought we were going to slack off for another day or so.

Bahamut: Bzzppp.... Answer does not compute..... Zppp... Error.... Error... Shut...do...w.... *robot explodes*

Odin: Oh moogles.

Bahamut: (In Hawaii) Ar! My robot! It must be defaulting, I can't let the public find out about this! *Switches setting to destroy* Arrr! It isn't working! Ah, who cares.

December 8, 2000:Bahamut: Well Odin, you came home late! Man, now I have like 5 minutes to do this jargon before bedtime! Where you out drinking?! And why is you hair disheveled and your armor on loose and slightly out of place?

Odin: I got beat up by a street gang for having antlers on my helmet in anti-antler gang territory.

Bahamut: You look kind of bloody man, you gonna be ok? ... Odin?.... Ah, screw this I'm going to bed.

Odin: Ohh... *Hit his head on the table while falling over and lays on the floor motionless*

~THUNK~

Bahamut: Goodnight.

December 7, 2000:Bahamut: Hey Odin, do you think that changing updates to just weekends is a good idea or a bad one?

Odin: Well lets take a poll,

[] Weekly updates

[] Get sacraficed to a Aztec God of pudding

[] Dance around in the middle of the street in your underwear screaming, "THE PLANE!"

*10 minutes later*

Odin: Okay, lets see, you and I were the only ones who voted so it looks like weekly updates.

Bahamut: I never voted.

Odin: I voted for you.

Bahamut: Then how come it wasn't tied for weekly updates and being sacrificed to the Aztec God of pudding?!

December 6, 2000:Bahamut: Hey, what happened to yesterdays jargon?! It must be those deliquent hackers!

Odin: Or it could be out fault through laziness.

Bahamut: Shh! You were supposed to play along! Bah, now our covers blown! Great! I am going to murder you in your sleep now!! Wait, uh...

Odin: Would digging a large ditch around my bed and filling it with acid stop approching death?

Bahamut: If you make it past the hidden beartrap at your doo-.... Wait.. Er, I mean.... Crud...

Odin: So much for keeping things under wraps.

December 4, 2000:Bahamut: It took like 30 min. for me to edit all you stuff today, Odin! Couldja please try to triple-check it? By the way, I think this page needs more Yuffie. Perhaps a Yuffie Shrine and a Yuffie Page and another Yuffie Art Page and a Yuffie Poem Page and a Yuffie Raffle Page and a My Yuffiamagotchi Diary... Stuff like that.

Odin: Bad Bagamut, You go to your room and clean up your warped mind.

Bahamut: I ain't editing that! And my minds just fine.

December 3, 2000:Bahamut: Man Odin, I worked too much today. Anyways, I don't have anything to say so you say something interesting.

Odin: I learned the true meaning of Hannakuh through a long and dull adventure that I will now tell you about with alot of unecessary deatil.

Bahamut: You have my upmost attention. *on the edge of his seat listening attentively*

Odin: Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made you out of clay. Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, with dreidel I will play... That haunting melody was sung to me when it hit me that Hannakuh is clearly about small clay tops.

Bahamut: Well, that was a total waste of website space....

December 2, 2000:Bahamut: Odin, how do you feel now that we finally have some Final Fantasy material? And a broken guestbook?

Odin: I dunno, all I know is that I like fluffy things.

Bahamut: Sometimes you really frighten me Odin, sometimes so much I feel I should kill you in your sleep before you can scare me anymore...

Odin: That's you thats been hanging over my bed every night with a large sword? What a relief.

December 1, 2000:Bahamut: Odin, how do you like the start of the site? You know, someday I believe we may really have Final Fantasy material on here.

Odin: I feel upset... and hungry....

Bahamut: What the hell are you talking about?

Odin: Oh, this is for that site dealy? Hmm... Well, I think we will slowly drift into a sea of chaos while making constant ramblings that are slightly entertaining with the forebodying fact that neither of us has the slightist idea what we are doing.

Bahamut: Well put.

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Bahamut: You know, one day I am going to link one of these to a picture of a gross man's back.

Odin: Any more forebodying cryptic hints to drive our visitors away?