AUTHOR'S NOTE: this was written with 'Happy Molecule,' aka nic. AND she made up the 1st sentence, I picked the characters.
"I want to have passionate sex with you," Twin 1 said to Twin 2. 2 turned to 1 and looked at him strangely.
"How did you read my mind?"
1 looked at 2.
"Do you want to?"
"Only if you want to, 1."
Two thought for a moment.
"I don't know," he replied finally. "I really want to, but I don't know if we should, seeing as though we're twins and all…."
Two looked knowingly at One.
"I guess we should do what we always do in these sorts of situations. Play scrabble!"
"How will that solve anything?!"
"It won't."
Smith suddenly walked in and grinned devilishly.
"Did someone mention scrabble?"
One and Two grinned back.
"You just read our minds. Are you our triplet?"
Smith thought for a second.
"I do not know," he replied. "Perhaps we should ask someone."
They all screamed out,
"ARCHITECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The Architect came running through the ceiling.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees honey bunchkins?"
"Are we triplets?" Smith and the Twins asked in unison. The Architect thought very hard for a few minutes. Then he looked at them again.
"Can I buy a vowel please?"
The walls suddenly opened up to reveal the wheel of fortune set. The Twins and the Architect all found themselves standing behind podiums, looking out at the cheering crowd. Suddenly an old man walked out and greeted the audience.
"Yo yo yo! I'm your host, the Keymaker!" The Keymaker yelled in a Jamaican accent. Suddenly Smith walked out wearing a negligee.
"And here's my gorgeous assistant, ex-agent Smith!"
Wolf whistles were heard from the crowd. As expected, they were mainly from the male section of the audience. Smith giggled and blushed. Then he struck a provocative pose and blew kisses at them.
"I love you too, darlings!"
Suddenly a fight broke out between the twins.
"He blew a kiss at me!"
"No, he blew one at me!"
Smith walked up to them and hugged them both.
"I love both of you."
The Architect suddenly stormed over to them
"What about me?!" he sobbed. "Don't you love me?!"
Smith cackled gleefully. The Keymaker loudly cleared his throat.
"Anyways, dudes, on with the show! First is our test of skill! Which of you would like to go first?"
No-one stepped forward.
"Ok fine, since no-one will volunteer, I will tell you the task first, and then you can decide who will go first. And the task is……."
"You must undress Smith as fast as you can."
Everyone began drooling.
"Using only your eyes," the Keymaker continued. Everyone continued drooling. And drooling. And drooling. And drooling. And drooling. Until the whole place flooded with drool.
"I want to have passionate sex with you," Twin 1 said to Twin 2. 2 turned to 1 and looked at him strangely.
"How did you read my mind?"
1 looked at 2.
"Do you want to?"
"Only if you want to, 1."
Two thought for a moment.
"I don't know," he replied finally. "I really want to, but I don't know if we should, seeing as though we're twins and all…."
Two looked knowingly at One.
"I guess we should do what we always do in these sorts of situations. Play scrabble!"
"How will that solve anything?!"
"It won't."
Smith suddenly walked in and grinned devilishly.
"Did someone mention scrabble?"
One and Two grinned back.
"You just read our minds. Are you our triplet?"
Smith thought for a second.
"I do not know," he replied. "Perhaps we should ask someone."
They all screamed out,
"ARCHITECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The Architect came running through the ceiling.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees honey bunchkins?"
"Are we triplets?" Smith and the Twins asked in unison. The Architect thought very hard for a few minutes. Then he looked at them again.
"Can I buy a vowel please?"
The walls suddenly opened up to reveal the wheel of fortune set. The Twins and the Architect all found themselves standing behind podiums, looking out at the cheering crowd. Suddenly an old man walked out and greeted the audience.
"Yo yo yo! I'm your host, the Keymaker!" The Keymaker yelled in a Jamaican accent. Suddenly Smith walked out wearing a negligee.
"And here's my gorgeous assistant, ex-agent Smith!"
Wolf whistles were heard from the crowd. As expected, they were mainly from the male section of the audience. Smith giggled and blushed. Then he struck a provocative pose and blew kisses at them.
"I love you too, darlings!"
Suddenly a fight broke out between the twins.
"He blew a kiss at me!"
"No, he blew one at me!"
Smith walked up to them and hugged them both.
"I love both of you."
The Architect suddenly stormed over to them
"What about me?!" he sobbed. "Don't you love me?!"
Smith cackled gleefully. The Keymaker loudly cleared his throat.
"Anyways, dudes, on with the show! First is our test of skill! Which of you would like to go first?"
No-one stepped forward.
"Ok fine, since no-one will volunteer, I will tell you the task first, and then you can decide who will go first. And the task is……."
"You must undress Smith as fast as you can."
Everyone began drooling.
"Using only your eyes," the Keymaker continued. Everyone continued drooling. And drooling. And drooling. And drooling. And drooling. Until the whole place flooded with drool.