It was a rainy say in California, however, it was a nice one. Tempest was on summer vacation, as was Danielle, so Danielle went to visit Tempest for a while. To make a long story short, Tempest and Daneille went online one day, and found many stories about girls and Jhonen Vasquez falling in love with them, utterly disgusted by this, they stumbled upon a convention to go to.
Tempest and Danielle entered the convention and were happy to find out that Jhonen Vasquez was going to be there, they found their seats, and sighed to find girls attempting to mob him. "You'd think they'd pay attention to the bodyguards everywhere... oh no, let's stalk him, those men with guns don't mean anything." Tempest commented as the girl were peeled from Jhonen.
As Jhonen sat down and began to doodle, he looked over the crowd, they all lookedlike Johnny, Devi and Squee clones, save for Danielle and Tempest in the Back. He sat down, and began to doodle, then heard a squeaking, he looked up to see they all had creepy looking dolls and were squeaking them in unision like some kind of sick fan-girl-stalker cult.
As time went on, people began to ask him questions, when the question came up, "Why do you make comics, and who do you aim them at, and most of all... can I have your phone number?" A hot-topic produced goth girl said, she had large glasses, cleavage in all directions and what seemed to be a buck-tooth, and looked like she was about 14 or so.
Jhonen turned very pale, "...So I can get money, and buy stuff for me, and they are aimed at anyone who has money.. but 14 year old girls and below, have no business reading them.." Not answering to the last question, he looked very creeped out by all of his stalkers making eyes at him. Tempest leaned over to Danielle and whispered "He
looks a little scared.."
"The stupid bitch stalkers don't relize they're freaking him out with their web-sites and fanfiction devoted to their personal fantasies about him!" Danielle said angrily.
Meanwhile, Jhonen had gotten so scared of the fan-girls, he got up quietly and walked behind a backboard to mysterious disappear, never to be seen at a convetion due to stalker-fantasy-crazed-slutty girls again.
Moral of the story,
You stalkers-girls are sick!