Ubik and Michael's Reflective Romp: A Mirror Mishmash
"Looks aren't everything. Take me, for instance. I'm not exactly a mirror's best friend, but I can still kick ass."
Deadpool
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A #WRITCO Comedy Collaboration
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UBIK FEELS ODD 🛸
MICHAEL 🦄
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MIRROR 🪞 MIRROR
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Once upon a time in the bustling barrio of the Philippines, there lived a young goat named Ubik. His fur was as shaggy as a teenager's bedroom floor, and his eyes, though not particularly sharp, had a twinkle that suggested he was always up to something. His best pal, Michael, hailed from the concrete jungles of America, where the skyscrapers reached higher than the tallest palm trees in Ubik's neck of the woods. They were an odd pair, to say the least. Ubik, with his four legs and penchant for mischief, and Michael, with his two legs and knack for turning everything into a rap battle.
One sweltering day, as the sun took a leisurely stroll across the sky, Ubik found a peculiar object lying on the ground—a mirror. It was shattered into a hundred pieces, each one reflecting a kaleidoscope of the world around it. Ubik had never seen his own reflection before, and the sight of his goatish grin made him laugh so hard he snorted. Michael, on the other hand, was unfazed. He'd seen mirrors all his life, but he couldn't resist the urge to flex his muscles and check out his own reflection.
"Hey, Ubik," Michael said, flexing his arms and striking a pose, "I think this mirror's broken. It's showing me something weird."
Ubik looked over, curiosity piqued. "Weird? Like what?"
"It's showing me... me," Michael said, his expression a mix of confusion and vanity. "But with a tail and fur!"
"Well, that is weird," Ubik chuckled, "but not as weird...
Deadpool
🐐
A #WRITCO Comedy Collaboration
🌊 💦 🐊
UBIK FEELS ODD 🛸
MICHAEL 🦄
🐕
MIRROR 🪞 MIRROR
🪄
Once upon a time in the bustling barrio of the Philippines, there lived a young goat named Ubik. His fur was as shaggy as a teenager's bedroom floor, and his eyes, though not particularly sharp, had a twinkle that suggested he was always up to something. His best pal, Michael, hailed from the concrete jungles of America, where the skyscrapers reached higher than the tallest palm trees in Ubik's neck of the woods. They were an odd pair, to say the least. Ubik, with his four legs and penchant for mischief, and Michael, with his two legs and knack for turning everything into a rap battle.
One sweltering day, as the sun took a leisurely stroll across the sky, Ubik found a peculiar object lying on the ground—a mirror. It was shattered into a hundred pieces, each one reflecting a kaleidoscope of the world around it. Ubik had never seen his own reflection before, and the sight of his goatish grin made him laugh so hard he snorted. Michael, on the other hand, was unfazed. He'd seen mirrors all his life, but he couldn't resist the urge to flex his muscles and check out his own reflection.
"Hey, Ubik," Michael said, flexing his arms and striking a pose, "I think this mirror's broken. It's showing me something weird."
Ubik looked over, curiosity piqued. "Weird? Like what?"
"It's showing me... me," Michael said, his expression a mix of confusion and vanity. "But with a tail and fur!"
"Well, that is weird," Ubik chuckled, "but not as weird...