2:00

Time to write!

Such is my dedication to this blog that I am literally writing it at 2 am because I was just hanging out in the hall with some friends. So tonight's entry will be exceedingly short, and yet, beautiful. 

Write about a penguin named McMuffin.

Once in the cold and wintry land of Antarctica lived a penguin named McMuffin McAllistar, known to friends, acquaintances, compatriots, strangers, and even enemies alike as McMuffin McAllistar.

McMuffin was not a particularly tall penguin, nor was he particularly fat. He was, however, particularly fond of chasing seals. While all the other penguins seemed to find other activities more enjoyable, such as fishing, laying eggs, or performing the occasional tap dance, McMuffin preferred to go down to the edges of the continent where the ice was jagged and coldest of all, and chase the seals.

The seals, for their part, were not fond of McMuffin McAllistar's chasing ways. It was not an infrequent occurrence that they'd be in the middle of an exceptionally interesting forum, sometimes on the topic of Killer Whale Killing Prevention - which is to say the prevention of killing by Killer Whales, not the prevention of Killer Whales - when McMuffin would come running through and then would chase them all about. Ironically enough, this, on more than one occasion, led to a seal slipping into the water and being killed by Killer Whale.

It is essential, at this juncture, to recognize that Killer Whale was the name of an individual member of said species, and a bloodthirsty, vengeful, spiteful one at that. Killer Whale was as opposite from Shamu as Hitler was from Fred Rogers.

Is it disturbing that I kind of want to continue this....?