I think this is funny. It's a one shot. Since everyone made a big deal outta this, I decided I couldn't let it pass me up. And I think it's absolutely genius.
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride, Taylor Swift, or Kanye West or however you spell it. I don't watch the award shows. So sue me. This is what would happen if Taylor Swift played Max. I'm so evil . . .
Tank: God help us all.
Cast:
Max: Taylor Swift.
Fang: Some really hot guy, not Robert Pattinson.
Screen setting: *Max and Fang are sitting on the edge of the dock, the moon hanging above them like a silver plate, setting the perfect romance scene* Fang turns and looks at Max, and she turns to him.
Fang: Max. *starts moving in towards Max, staring at her lips*
Max: *stays stock still*
Suddenly, after kissing for a moment, Kanye West pops out of nowhere and drags Fang away.
Max: What the Hell? I thought I was supposed to run . . .
Director (who happens to be me): Since we had some extra money, we decided to make it more interesting. Instead of you running away every time Fang kisses you, the West dude will just take him away. Ya know, to match your total embarrassment on the awards show thingy. I should direct that . . .
Taylor/Max: *cocks head to the side* Sanity? You directing the MR movie?
Me: *rolls eyes* Duh. I promised JP his freedom if he let me direct it.
JP: *picks up a doughnut* And I believed her, too . . . damn.
Me: I think you're loosing your 'when she's lying touch.'
JP: No, it's just on vacation.
Kanye: Hellooo! Where's my money?
Me: Yeah . . . about that . . . you won't be getting paid.
Kanye: *shrugs* Any chance to embarrass Taylor is good enough pay for me.
Taylor: *bursts into tears*
Tank: Well, that was . . . What do you people think? You're the crazy ones.
Me: Why thank you.
JP: Did I just eat a doughnut in that? *chews on doughnut*
Me: Yeah.
Skid: And I wasn't in that at all!
Me: You can be my assistant . . . go get me some hot chocolate and beef jerky. And speaking of the jerky:
It looks like the beef of jerky.
It smells like the jerky of beef.
But is it the beef of jerky?
No.
It is a sad disappointment to the jerky world.
It makes me want to cry.
What is it?
It is Beef Steak.
Skid: Ha ha. Nice try.
Me: Damn. I say that too much with you people.
JP: Maybe you should let me go . . .
Me: Ha ha. Nice try.
JP: Damn.
Me: We're repetitive!
Tank: That was . . . what do you people think? You're the crazy ones.
RnR?