A Short Story

Once upon a time, a princess was victimized by the meme-beast.

Not knowing what to do, the princess stared at this beast with horror: for she thought the meme-beast was the most horrifying thing she had yet to lay her eyes on.

“What should I do?” she asked herself.

“Should I panic, and run away, with my arms waving frantically to beat it off,” she continued,"or, should I embrace it, kiss it, and hope that the beast turns into a dashing, handsome prince who will end up knocking-me up, leaving me with screaming little monsters for the rest of my life?”

During all this interal conflict within the princess, the meme-beast stopped, stared at her, and asked, “What the Fuck is up with this bitch? She isn’t even looking at me, fearing my very presence. Oh no, she is just sitting there, off in some other place.” He continued staring at the princess for a moment, and then thought to himself,"What an air-head.”

By the time he had concluded that the princess was an airhead, the princess decided it was better to run off screaming, waving her arms everywhere, as opposed to facing a life of being knocked-up by the meme-beast, and have a life, thereafter, filled with little, screaming, baby meme-beasts.

And thus, the princess and the meme-beast went their seperate ways, to never see, or speak of each other again.
THE END