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*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The first 50 Things I'm not allowed to do ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Murder is not a healthy way to let out my anger. -Telling Marik it is is also not good. I do not know Kaiba's phone number. -I don't  pretend to know it. - I'm also not allowed to sell it. - The same goes for any other phone number of any other character in Yugioh! I am not allowed to train flying monkeys into attacking Anzu. -Or anyone else. -I am not allowed to train flying moneky's period. -Or get anyone else to train them for me. I am not allowed to lock Joey Wheeler and Seto Kaiba in a closet to see if

I don't own Danny phantom. Chapter one: Danny's P.O.V: It was a rather normal day here in Amity Park. The birds were flying, the sun was shining brightly. And people were screaming in fear of a ghost! Yep, pretty much a normal day. And at that point, I was in a battle with my archenemy Vlad Plasmius. Yep, the fruitloop. Sam and Tuck was getting the Fenton thermos, so I was fighting Vlad alone at the moment. We were fighting in the air like normal, shooting ecto-blasts, dodging and using ecto-shields. And the usual witty banter flew between us. I heard Vlad say: "You will never defeat me Daniel." "Yeah, yeah, fruitloop. I have defeated

Danny held his head as he slowly gained consciousness. He looked around himself, blinking slowly as things slowly came into view. He was in an old-fashioned cart, being driven by a horse. He was in a cart with three other, two of which were arguing. Loudly. "It's all your fault I'm here!" one of the ghosts were yelling at Plasmius, who had his mouth covered with a clothe and was bound with rope, just like him. "Your army is the reason I was caught." Plasmius yelled a reply, which was muffled. "You," the ghost that had been yelling at Plasmius was now looking at Danny. "You and I; we don't belong here. It's these Whitecloaks they want. You

He was incredibly detailed, so real in every feature. Ghosts should never have this kind of accurate anatomy; they were reflections at best, vague reworkings of the original form held together by a simplified electrical matrix. But Phantom...he was different. Refined. Almost human in his physiology. It was as amazing as it was baffling. Maddie leaned over the specimen, as if a closer look would solve the problem. "Hey." On the other hand, Phantom was a perfect example of an ectoplasmic entity. He had the same faint translucency. The same luminescent aura. The same echoing, not-quite-there quality in his voice. She prodded the chest with a