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Author: Schyzotypal X
Fiction Rated: T - English - Humor/Parody - Reviews: 241 - Published: 10-13-08 - Updated: 11-10-09 - id:2583351

October 25

THEY WON'T LET US LEAVE!(1)

AND THE SNACK TABLE IS OUT OF JUMBO SHRIMP COCKTAIL!!!!!!!

AAAHHHHHGGGGG!!!!!

XXXXXXX

1.

Emy: Dude, are we allowed to leave the dance yet?

Cerah: No. Not until the full investigation of the evil alien octopus is completed.

Emy: But we've been in here for like, 12 days.

Ollie: I REALLY have to go to the bathroom!

Ty: I did too, once.

Roe: Gross.

Cerah: Indeed. It is...gross.

Chad: Like...really gross...like....shamful gross.

Ty: Fuck you guys okay, sorry that I'm not enough of a Nancy to cry about it like Ollie over there.

Charles: You do realize that there is a bathroom connected to the gym, right there, not three feet away, the one that says, "boys bathroom" on it in big, obnoxious, glowing letters.

Ty: FML.

Ollie: Sweet!

Kevlin: Soooo. Lina. I was wondering. About...us.

Lina: Look...you.... I don't really know what to say. Your words were sincere, heartfelt, and poetic when you proffesed your love to me and the ballad about my beauty you sang afterwards was lovely and masterfully done.

Kevlin: *perks*

Lina: HOWEVER, I find nothing about you attractive WHATSOEVER, I don't like your two idotic friends, especially the one that keeps on looking at Thal all creepster like. I also despise you disposition and personality, fashion taste, hairstyle, choice of shampoo, favorite band, and choice of lip balm.

Kevlin: I have very chapped lips okay! It's a condition.

Lina: Sure. Whatever. Look, unless you pull a full Edward Collens remaking or even a Ty you're just not gonna cut it for me, I need something more than beautiful sonnets that could rival Shakespear written about me, I need SHMEX!

Kevlin: *sniff. sniff*

Thal: Must get out. Must leave...CRAPPY DANCE!

Roe: You can't leave, there are secret agents and ninja assasins and regular assasing and turtle assasins everywhere! They'll kill you on sight!

Thal: Not if they don't see me they won't kill me on sight!

Roe: Well...duh.

Thal: As stealthily as a ninja made of shadows, Thal creeps off of her seat to leave.

Various Objects: *CRASH! BANG! CLUNK! BAM!*

Thal: As stealthily as a ninja made of slightly less stealthy shadows, Thal sits back in her seat.



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