I am keeping calm and writing something, thank you very much.
After gazing into his reflection for a while, looking for any hint of sex appeal, whatever his name was began having a mental crisis.
"Holy jeez I'm having such a mental crisis right now" whatshisface thought, having that mental crisis.
"I'm ugly now! Well actually this might be an improvement, I looked like crap anyways so what the hell?"
As he was thinking this in his mind, using his brain- he doesn't have a brain now. Holy crap this sucks. Not just his situation but the novel itself too, like what the hell?
Anywho, a dog came up and ate him, y'know, like dogs do.
Except this dog was Metal Greymon, who lost almost all of his brain cells in a tragic car accident that was totally not funny at all. *insert funny car crash here*
Ah, another successful chapter. Don't quote me. Unless it's funny, in such case always quote me. You'll be looking for a while for something funny though, the height of my career was a roof joke, and I didn't even get anything from it, it was on the house.