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''It's about time to tell you a bit about myself, who is the most awesomeness person in the world, the evil Project Code who planned the destruction and mutation of all Jellybean Dragons to turn them into his own slaves! Mwuhahaha!''
Ruedi gave you an innocent face, then said in a more quiet tone, ''I lied.'' He turned up the volume again, ''Anyway, I sometimes... lie... but not much, of course! I think you already know that I love, love, love to talk and get all of those things I wanted to chat about over the night out of my mouth and into your head! You know how much I think? I think, think, think! I also love, love, love In'N'Out french fries! I swear they are practically my favorite food, they are so fresh, and add some salt, and boom! Rich flavor deluxe! Yum, yum, yum! I also do like to repeat the same word, word, word three times in a row. It's so fun, fun, fun to do! It expresses, expresses, expresses what I'm trying to get out! And in writing, writing, writing, it helps my spelling, spelling, spelling. I usually don't do it that much though. You know I kept on doing it a lot there. Yeah I'm talking way too much. Yeah. I'm sorry. So, so, so, sorry, sorry, sorry!''
He laughed for a long time then paused. He turned around and walked down the wood floor with cream walls cornering him, turning when he came to a door with the words ''Ruedi's Room'' neatly painted on. He opened the door, and now inside his room, he looked around. The room had stars on the ceiling with a fake comet shooting across the top. Two sides of the wall had a beautifully painted canyon(possibly the Grand Canyon) reflecting in the walls, and with a volcano to the other two sides, slowly and quietly erupting lava in the night. His bed had ''lava'' covers and most of the items in his room where black, red, or any other dark color. There was all kinds of art stuff in the small area. In the corner of the room was a bucket full of volcanic rocks and all kinds of stuff from volcanoes. Even some uncut rubies, which looked like rocks. Ruedi shrugged.
''I like to paint, and to draw.'' He motioned to the walls and to a desk full of papers of numerous drawings. ''I clumsy paws, but who says I can't pick up a pencil with my mouth and use that to draw?'' He lowered his teeth into two marks in his pencil, pawed fourth a blank piece of paper, and began sketching out himself drawing a picture. In a few minutes, he was done, spitting out the pencil. ''The only unpleasant thing is that the pencils don't taste good.''
He smiled, and sighed. ''I think you just met my other side,'' He shouldered you lightly, and he weakly smiled. ''Who says that a real all-out talker can't be a great artist or an Earth Science nerd?'' He walked to dark brown hardwood desk which was by his lava-red bed. He pushed a button, on some silver iron thing with dots on two sides... a radio. Some music went on, he quickly changed the channel to 103.6.
And now Pictures of You by The Last Goodnight!
This is the clock up on the wall This is the story of us all This is the first sound Of a new born child before he starts to crawl
This is the war that's never won This is the soldier and his gun This is the mother way to buy The fall praying for her son
Pictures of you, pictures of me Hung up on your wall for the world to see Pictures of you, pictures of me Remind us all of what we used to be
There is a drug that cures it all Blocked by the governmental wall We are the scientists inside the lab Just waiting for the call
This earthquake weather has got me shaking Inside I'm high up and dry
Pictures of you, pictures of me Hung up on your wall for the world to see Pictures of you, pictures of me Remind us all of what we used to be
Confess to me every secret moment Every stolen promise you believe Confess to me, all that lies between us All that lies between you and me
We are the boxers in the ring We are the bells that never sing There is a title we can't win No matter how hard we must swing
Pictures of you, pictures of me Hung up on your wall for the world to see Pictures of you, pictures of me Remind us all of what we could have been
Pictures of you, pictures of me Hung up on your wall for the world to see Pictures of you, pictures of me Remind us all of what we could have been Could have been, we could have been
Pictures of you, pictures of me Remind us all of what we could have been Could have been
Ruedi was singing the lyrics to the song, staring up at his fake stars. When the song ended, he shook it off, and headed out into the all, rushing to get out of the crammed space- without the familar wallpaper, he couldn't stand being enclosed. He ran out into outside, and it was night.
''It's about time to start my confessions.''