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 “DIDNEY WORL” said the German. He was quite fascinated in this odd miracle.

Karkat looked into his eyes. “YES DIDNEY WORL, MY CHILD” He gave him a pat on the back and walked away. Germany thought he’d never see his friend again. Him and Karkat were close. “But Karkat, where is didney worl?” he asked. The troll turned around and  frowned. “I’M NOT SURE LUDDY, YOU’LL FIND IT SOMEDAY. AND ONCE YOU DO, I’LL BE THERE. IF I’M NOT, TEXT ME AND I’LL BE THERE.” Ludwig smiled. He was delighted. He’d get there. Even if it killed him, he’d go to Didney Worl. Karkat now stood behind Germany. “SOMEDAY. SOMEDAY. SOMEDAY.”

      Germany traveled far and wide. From New York to Haiti, London to Taiwan. He’s got lipstick stamps on his passport, and it makes it hard for him to leave. He’s been around the world, but doesn’t speak the language. His booty don’t need explaining. All he really needs to understand is when someone talks dirty to him, and now is not the time. He continued to travel the world, looking for a Didney Worl. He stopped by a place in America. George Washington was going to teach him 7 new dance moves. He declined and kept going. Poor George, he was lonely and had bad teeth. Finally, Florida. He made it to Didney Worl. Guess who showed up? Karkat. Karkat was there. He was there waiting for Doitsu-kun. “GERMANY YOU’RE HERE. YOU MADE IT TO DIDNEY WORL.” He said. Germany’s eyes shined like the sea. Karkat’s eyes don’t shine at all. They both left Didney Worl. They stood outside, staring off into the sunset.

       “LUD CAN I TELL YOU A THING?”  The troll asked, putting a hand on Luddy’s shoulder. “Nein i’m busy.” The German answered, tearing his way through a fatty bucket of chicken wings. Karkat watched him devour the wings. He slowly took out a little styrofoam bowl with a top on it. He popped off the top and poured the contents into the bucket of wings. Ludwig became mad and confused. “What is this?” he asked, demanding an answer. “IT’S LIQUID GOLD.” Karkat answered. They both smiled, and headed home.

        “LUDWIG YOUR DOGS ARE BOTHERING ME” Karkat yelled. There was no response. “LUD STOP JOKING AROUND” he screamed. He searched the house, and finally found Germany lying on the bed. He wasn’t asleep. He’d died from a massive heart attack. The troll bent down next to the bed. “THIS CAN’T BE.” he said sadly. He teared up and cried. The tears stung his cheeks. His best friend was gone, and it was all because of those cheese covered wings. He lay his head down next to Germany’s body. Just then, he heard a voice. “I’m still alive in your fatty grease soaked heart.” It said. Karkat looked up in amazement, to find that the voice came from his head. The troll stayed there for as long as he could. He gave up the rest of his life. What he doesn’t know, is that Germany is a normal being now. He’s off doing things by himself with his dead brother. Karkat soon died. Ludwig could care less because he was a baby.