*Blossom can be found playing on a blue guitar, and her eyes suddenly flash red and go back to their normal cerulian* HEY HEY! As you can see, I'm caught up in the "Ask ____" fic like everybody else. Exept NOW you get to ask me, Zelda,or Kuja! YEAH!
Kuja: I'm deprived of my happy life.
Zelda: Will you ask ME something? Pretty please? *Bats her eyelashes*
Blossom: Riiiiight. They all hate you. I think.
Kuja: Get me out of here...
Blossom: Oh, be quiet. Now...
*Pause*
Blossom: I NEED SOMEBODY TO ASK ME SOMETHING! *Makes a clone of herself and it sits down in a chair oppisite of her*
Clone: Whazzaaaaaaaaaaaaap?
Blossom: That's ME?
Clone: Whazzaaaaaaaaaaaaap?
Blossom: That's ME?
Clone: Whazzaaaaaaaaaaaap?
Kuja: Shut up. I'm getting a brain cramp.
Blossom: That's M-Oops. Hehe...
Zelda: *Sweatdrops*
Clone: Whazzaaaaaaaaaaaap?
Blossom: SHUT UP!
Zelda: Answer it's question already!
Clone: Whazzaaaaaaaaaaaap?
Blossom: NOTHING! ASK A REAL QUESTION!
Clone: Whazzaaaaaaaaaaaa- Just kidding.
*They all sweatdrop exept the clone*
Kuja: You can say more than one word. I'm amazed.
Zelda: THE MIRACLES!
Clone: Okay... Dear B-gang;
My sister has a game named "Bob".
Is she crazy?
~Clone
Blossom: Good question. "Bob" is certantly a strange name for a game, SO SHE IS! MWAHAHAHAA!
Kuja: "Bob"? What a vulgar name.
Zelda: How common.
Clone: The worst thing is, he's a monster and he's tring to get rid of the humans on his island.
Blossom: Now THAT'S scary.
*Zelda's eyes widen*
Kuja: Of course, all monsters are vulgar and ugly...
Bob: *Comes out of nowhere with hie axe* YOU WANNA SAY THAT AGAN, PUNY HUMAN!?
Zelda: AAAAAAAAAAH! RED SKIN, A BIX AXE, ANDi HORNS!?/i AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! *Runs off screaming*
Blossom: Wait for me! *Runs after Zelda*
Kuja: *Stands up* I'm not a human, I'm a genome-whatchamacallit, (I FORGOT!) and... I have a thong. *Starts swinging his hips*
Blossom: THE HORROOOOORS! FEAR THE HIP-SWINGING!
Zelda: MY VIRGIN EYES!
Bob: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE, JUST STOP SWINGING YOUR HIPS! *Runs off*
Kuja: And I thought swinging your hips ATTRACTED girls...
Blossom: Away from you, yeah. Besides, that was a MALE monster.
Kuja: That was a big waste of hip-swinging, then...
Blossom: Okaaaaaay... Hey, have any of you seen my clone?
Zelda; Last I saw was that Bob...
Kuja: I think he stole you- Er, your clone.
Clone: I'm right here. Seeeeeeeeeeeeeee?
Zelda: Did you hear something?
Kuja: No.
Blossom:...
*Pause*
Clone: I'M RIGHT HE- Wait, I can't see my hands... I'M INVISIBLE! COOL! *Runs off to... Be invisible*
Blossom: WHO'S NEXT!?
Zelda: OOH, ME,ME!
Kuja: *Shakes his head* Women.
Blossom: *Glares at him* You're outnumbered, ibuddy/i.
Zelda: YAAAAAY! *Sits down in the chair opposite Blossom*
Blossom: And your question iiiiiiiiiiis...?
Zelda: Hm... OH, I KNOW! WHY DO YOU WEAR A THONG, KUJA!?
Blossom: GOOD QUESTION! *Looks over at Kuja* Why DO you wear a thong?
Kuja: ... Because it's cool.
Zelda: With the nudist colony, yeah...
Blossom: *Her eyes widen* That's ALL?
Kuja: Yup.
Blossom: *Sweatdrops*
*Pause*
Zelda: YOU NEXT, KUJA! YOU NEXT!
Kuja: I hate you.
Blossom: That's strange, I love you! (Not really... Joke, guys. C'mon, laugh!)
Zelda: *Pushes Kuja into the chair*
Kuja: So... Why can't I get any girls?
Blossom: Ask those rabid fangirls over there.
Rabid Fangirls: MARRY ME, KU- NO, MARRY i ME/i! I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU!
Kuja: Ah, my beloved rabid fangirls...
Blossom: SECURTITY!
Zelda: GUARDS!
Kuja: NO!
*The security guards come in and drag all of the rabid fangirls out*
Kuja: *Pause* Do you know how much I hate you now?
Blossom: Can't imagine. ANYWAY, PLEASE SEND US LETTERS SAYING WHO YOU WANT TO ANSWER THEM, AND NO FUNNY STUFF!
Zelda: This is PG, people!
Kuja: I wish it wasn't.
*Zelda and Blossom's eyes widen*
Blossom: You...
Zelda: THING!
Kuja: Why, thank you.
Blossom: Anyway, please keep your reviews PG or G, and don't swamp me. It takes a while for me to type.
Zelda: And I can't type because I don't know how to read!
Kuja: I can't type because... I'LL BREAK A NAIL!
*Blossom and Zelda sweatdrop*
Kuja: WHAT!? IT'S TRUE!
*Their talking (Or arguing) fades out as the picture fades out, also, and...*
WE'RE TINY!
WE'RE TOONY!
WE'RE ALL A LITTLE LOONY!
AND IN THIS!
CARTOONY, WE'RE INVADING YOUR TV!
*THE TINY TOONS COME ON! THE HORROOOOOORS! Thankfully, Bob comes and kills them all.*
Bob: That felt REEEEEAL good...
~*~
Lol, anyway, please send letters by review.
THANKS!