“Haaarruuumph” said Yuffie sulking and kicking a cup around the hill.
“What’s up?” asked Spectre.
“The illustrator just threw me out of the class he was teaching,” replied Yuffie.
“Oh dear, Yuffie,” sighed Spectre, “what was the class about?”
“The illustrator was teaching us how to write stories and bad jokes in 512 characters or less to fit in as flash fiction,” stated Yuffie. ”He went mad when I said a really rude word startin’ with C.”
“Well that wasn’t clever was it?” said Spectre.
“No,” replied Yuffie, “it was cu