Starring: . ... . . .!
Weird people!
The name Bob!
Posers!
Any other crap I may feel like tossing in!
Really fast voice: Parts-of-this-story-are-written-by-me-while-the-rest-are- written-by-yours-truly-and-if-you-don't-know-the-difference-than-call-1-800- I-SEE-DEAD-PEOPLE-for-your-free-evaluation-today-I-don't-own-Harry-Potter- dangit-cuz-then-I'd-be-facking-RICH!-thank-you-and-Seacrest-OUT!!!
::We enter a room—the Great Hall, actually—which contains a door, a chair, a window, a box of peanuts, a stove, a dead duck, a ceramic pigeon, an inflatable pickle, and a fridge full of dehydrated coffee beans and turkey sandwiches. I don't like turkey sandwiches, do you? They're all... turkey-ey... Oh yeah, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Draco, Neville, Seamus, Pansy, Parvati (people say Pavarti—ha! It rhymes with Havarti!), Lavender, Dean, and Luna are in the room, too.::
Hermione: La, la, la. I'm booooored... So, let's play Truth or Dare because APPARENTLY, I'm the ONLY person in here who actually knows what that is!!!
Everybody Else: THAT SOUNDS LIKE FUN!!! ::cough::
Hermione: Um... Ginny, truth or dare?
Ginny: Faffy faffy faffy... Truth!
Hermione: I dare you to make love to that ceramic duck!
Ginny: Faffy faffy faffy what?
Hermione: GO!!!
Ginny: Faffy faffy faffy... ::walks over to ceramic duck:: Faffy hey what's your faffy name? Faffy.
Ceramic Duck: uh... my name is . ... . . .
Ginny: Like faffy wow faffy, . ... . . ., you look sexy, faffy. Like, faffy faffy wanna come over faffy to my place where faffy we can—
Seamus: I LIKE CHEESE!
Ginny: --so, sound faffy like a plan faffy?
. ... . . .: holy quacking fuck that sounds like a good idea, baby...
Ginny and . ... . . .: ::insert disturbing noises here::
Hermione: Um... Ginny's not playing anymore. OKAY! So... Pothead.
Harry: ::staring at Ginny and . ... . . . ::Wha-huh?
Hermione: Truth or dare?
Harry: ::still staring at Ginny and . ... . . . . :: ...Truth.
Hermione: If you had to fuck someone in this room, who'd it be?
Harry: eh... um... no one???
Hermione: Dude. Answer.
Harry: ::looking down:: . ... . . ..
::Everybody is silent::
Harry: Eh.. uh... ahem. Neville, truth or dare?
Dean: HOLY SHIT!!!!!! Uh, dare?
Harry: I dare you to make out with whoever you want!
Dean: ::whimpering:: Do I hafta?
Parvati (ha! Pavarti!) : Pshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhit! YEAH! dies
Luna: WEE HOO! ::throws Parvati's carcass out of window::
::LOOK ABOVE AND THERE IS A WINDOW! HAAAAA HAAAA! IN YOUR BUTT-UGLY FACES! YEEAH! ::cough:: anyone got a coughdrop?::
Dean: Um... uh.... ::looks around:: Ah, fuck. ::jumps out window:: I'M COMING, PAVARTI!!!!!
Parvati's corpse: IT'S PARVATI, YOU GOTHIC PACMAN!
Pansy: Well, Dean, Ginny, and Parvati can't play… okay…. So let's play another game.
Lavender: How come I haven't been able to speak before now?
Pansy: Because you don't have anything important to say, you idiotic duncehead.
Lavender: Ohh, okay!
Pansy: Well, the game is called Celery Sticks. Anyone heard of it?
Ginny: ::crying:: . … . . . knew what that game was!!!!! ::sobs::
Pansy: umm…? Anyone care to explain?
Hermione: ::patting Ginny's back:: They broke up.
Pansy: HAAA HAAA HAAA!!!! ::cough:: So, how the game works is you hold hands with somebody who reminds you of tuna fish. Then, you start a conversation with them and it MUST contain only words that start with vowels, eg "that egg's ass is evil" sucks and "an egg's ass is evil" counts. After the conversation is over you do yoga for 5 minutes and start over with a new person. Who's in?
::coughs::
Pansy: ::sticks out tongue::
Harry: Let's play hide-and-seek! YAY!
Ron: Like, I'd prefer, like, a loogie hocking contest.
Me: And, like, the story is like, over. Pfft. So, review and read.... But preferably read first. See, it's hard to remember, I know, I've messed that up a couple times, but you know.... ::sees glares:: Um, bye.
