GF Fun Time
A/N: what do the GFs' do when they aren't helping you fight?
Narrator: On top of the clouds is where the GF lair sits. A grouping of 8 chairs are in a circle around a television where the GFs monitor their master's behavior.
Ifrit: where's the beer?!
Diablos: ERGH! We've been through this a million times! It's in the fridge!
Ifrit: (Opens the fridge door) Oh. (Grabs a beer and sits down within the circle of chairs)
Shiva: (Is watching Squall battle) Call on me call on me call on me call on me call on me call on-
Quezacotl: (Grabs the remote)
Shiva: HEY!
Quezacotl: (turns to football)
Shiva: COME ON! We're supposed to be looking over the mortals!
Carbuncle: Eeeeeh shut yer yap Shiva!
Siren: (sigh) you men and your football. It's a mortal sport! Why in the world do you watch it?
(The cheerleaders come on the screen)
(Ifrit, Diablos, Carbuncle, Quezacotl, Cerberus and Odin begin to drool)
Shiva: That's why.
Siren: (grabs the remote control from Quezacotl) HA!
Shiva: Go Siren go Siren!
Siren: (Turns it back to the mortals) Ack! They're in a fight!
Shiva: Squall is calling on you Ifrit!
Ifrit: (still drooling)
Shiva: IFRIT!
Ifrit: (still drooling)
Shiva: (smacks Ifrit) IFRIT GET OFF YOUR LAZY ASS AND HELP THEM!
Ifrit: Huh? What? Oh yeah. (Disappears)
Cerberus: Ifrit has the lamest entrance. Now mine, mine is the coolest.
Odin: Yeah, sure. Too bad you're so useless we can't see your amazing entrance that often.
Cerberus: WHAT?! YOU DARE INSULT CERBERUS?!
Odin: Bite me big guy.
Cerberus: GLADLY! (Growls)
Carbuncle: (Takes a newspaper, rolls it up, smacks Cerberus in the back of the head with it) Down doggy!
Cerberus: (whimper, whimper)
Ifrit: (Appears again) Ta-da! WHO KILLED EM? I KILLED EM! WHO KILLED EM? I KILLED EM! UH HUH UH HUH! (Begins to dance in front of the TV)
Shiva: Get outta the way!
Ifrit: What's wrong Shiva? Can't take my bootyliciousness?
Diablos: Is that even a word?
Shiva: ERRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHH!!! (Freezes Ifrit into a ball) MOVE! (Throws him off the side of the cloud)
Diablos: Well that was a bit harsh.
Siren: (flinch)
Ifrit: (floats back up) THAT HURT DAMMIT!
Shiva: Eeeeh screw you.
Ifrit: (Growls and lunges at Shiva)
Shiva: Duty calls! (Disappears)
Carbuncle: (Laughs idiotically) She said duty! (Laughs some more)
Odin: (smacks his forehead)
Ifrit: Dammit! I almost had her! (Pauses) (Does his dance again)
Everyone: IFRIT!
A/N: More? Yes? No? Maybe?
A/N: what do the GFs' do when they aren't helping you fight?
Narrator: On top of the clouds is where the GF lair sits. A grouping of 8 chairs are in a circle around a television where the GFs monitor their master's behavior.
Ifrit: where's the beer?!
Diablos: ERGH! We've been through this a million times! It's in the fridge!
Ifrit: (Opens the fridge door) Oh. (Grabs a beer and sits down within the circle of chairs)
Shiva: (Is watching Squall battle) Call on me call on me call on me call on me call on me call on-
Quezacotl: (Grabs the remote)
Shiva: HEY!
Quezacotl: (turns to football)
Shiva: COME ON! We're supposed to be looking over the mortals!
Carbuncle: Eeeeeh shut yer yap Shiva!
Siren: (sigh) you men and your football. It's a mortal sport! Why in the world do you watch it?
(The cheerleaders come on the screen)
(Ifrit, Diablos, Carbuncle, Quezacotl, Cerberus and Odin begin to drool)
Shiva: That's why.
Siren: (grabs the remote control from Quezacotl) HA!
Shiva: Go Siren go Siren!
Siren: (Turns it back to the mortals) Ack! They're in a fight!
Shiva: Squall is calling on you Ifrit!
Ifrit: (still drooling)
Shiva: IFRIT!
Ifrit: (still drooling)
Shiva: (smacks Ifrit) IFRIT GET OFF YOUR LAZY ASS AND HELP THEM!
Ifrit: Huh? What? Oh yeah. (Disappears)
Cerberus: Ifrit has the lamest entrance. Now mine, mine is the coolest.
Odin: Yeah, sure. Too bad you're so useless we can't see your amazing entrance that often.
Cerberus: WHAT?! YOU DARE INSULT CERBERUS?!
Odin: Bite me big guy.
Cerberus: GLADLY! (Growls)
Carbuncle: (Takes a newspaper, rolls it up, smacks Cerberus in the back of the head with it) Down doggy!
Cerberus: (whimper, whimper)
Ifrit: (Appears again) Ta-da! WHO KILLED EM? I KILLED EM! WHO KILLED EM? I KILLED EM! UH HUH UH HUH! (Begins to dance in front of the TV)
Shiva: Get outta the way!
Ifrit: What's wrong Shiva? Can't take my bootyliciousness?
Diablos: Is that even a word?
Shiva: ERRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHH!!! (Freezes Ifrit into a ball) MOVE! (Throws him off the side of the cloud)
Diablos: Well that was a bit harsh.
Siren: (flinch)
Ifrit: (floats back up) THAT HURT DAMMIT!
Shiva: Eeeeh screw you.
Ifrit: (Growls and lunges at Shiva)
Shiva: Duty calls! (Disappears)
Carbuncle: (Laughs idiotically) She said duty! (Laughs some more)
Odin: (smacks his forehead)
Ifrit: Dammit! I almost had her! (Pauses) (Does his dance again)
Everyone: IFRIT!
A/N: More? Yes? No? Maybe?