Welcome to the first ever "Interviewing the experiments: Fan edition". Here we, me and Torcher, will interview the fan created experiments made by authors (with permission of course) and get to know them better (or worse). These experiments you might have heard of like Void99's experiments 555, 192, and 551. If you want to have your fan experiments here or want to have one here, just Email me and we'll see what we can do.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the experiments; they belong to their rightful owner and such. Mimic is mine and Torcher is… well, Torcher's.
A/N: Apparently decided to put the "No script format" rule in total effect. Now I have to try and rewrite everything to story format... Damn it. It take too long to write.
Chapter one
Here in the studio, which was made by the hosts Mimic and Torcher, the two were sitting on the host couch. Mimic was the one in black and Torcher is the one in red with an ordinary gas mask. Now lets see how they are doing shall we?
"This idea is stupid Mimic, LONG and stupid!" Said the red clothed man with blonde hair with anger in his voice, this was Torcher. The one in black, Mimic, looked at him with an annoyed look even though he's wearing a gas mask.
"It is not, people like interviews," Mimic said, trying to explain this to Torcher without having him losing his temper. "We're having some of the most well known and such in this program." Torcher just rolled his eyes to his comment.
"The odds of anyone watching are…" He paused a bit before giving an answer. "Actually, numbers don't go that low!"
"Shut up Torcher, as soon as the guest comes in, we'll be the most known guys in the entire Lilo and Stitch section." Mimic exclaimed with pride in his voice.
"Yeah, too bad it'll be the "most horrible" list." Torcher said. Mimic was getting annoyed by his negative comments.
"Whatever!" He yelled. That's when the camera guy interrupted them, Mimic looked at him angrily.
"What is it?!" Mimic ask/yelled.
"We're live…" The camera guy said. Mimic paused for a few moments to gather this into his brain and said the only possible thing in this situation.
"… Aw crap." He said in a somewhat low tone, Torcher was laughing his ass off at Mimic's blunder.
"BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAhahhaaa, your so stupid!" He said as he was laughing at Mimic. Mimic just looked back at him nonchalantally.
"They also saw you too, you know." Was Mimic's answer, Torcher stopped laughing and did the same thing as Mimic did.
"…… aw crap." he said meekly. Mimic just ignored him and looked at the camera.
"Anyways, welcome to "Interviewing the Experiments: Fan edition"." He addressed to the viewing people.
"I still think this is lame." Torcher said after recovering from his moment of embarrasment. Mimic glared at him.
"Just get the guest here, ok?" He said, trying to get Torcher to stop his whining.
"(tch) Fine" Torcher said as he gets up and goes backstage to find the guest. Mimic continued with his speech to the readers.
"What a bastard… At any rate, today's guest is an experiment from Void99's stories. He's hotheaded, unsympathetic, and has anger management problems. Please say hello to-" He was cut off when Torcher flew over his head and hit the wall with a thud. An experiment with red scales, black leg and arm scales, jet-black eyes, no nose, two pale orange horns curving over his back walked out onto the set and plopped himself into the guest chair. This was experiment 5-5-5, the one with the strength to rip you open.
"5-5-5…" Mimic said, finishing his sentence. 5-5-5 just glared at him, practacally telling him he wants to get out of here.
"Let's just get this over with-" 5-5-5 started but was interrupted by Torcher as he falls off the wall.
"It's not like you have anything important to do!" He yelled, 5-5-5 glares at Torcher.
"I have to find a cure for my body-heat problem, jackass!!" He yelled back at Torcher, wanting to rip Torcher open like a baked chicken. Torcher gets up from his current position.
"Come over here and say that!!" That's when 5-5-5 suddenly launched himself toward Torcher to rip him to shreds, he was almost there when Torcher suddenly disappeared; with no way of stopping in the air and stunned by the sudden disappearance, 5-5-5 slammed into the wall. Torcher appeared on the couch, sitting there as if nothing had happen. 5-5-5 falls off the wall and hits the floor with a thud.
"Ow…"
"You're going to pay the wall, you know." Torcher said, loving the fact that he made a fool of 5-5-5. The said experiment glared at him.
"How the (beep) did you do that?!" He asked, Torcher looked at him with smug look on his face.
"I can teleport, one of my abilities. Deal with it." He answered, which was followed by a snarl from 5-5-5. Mimic then decided to end this before this got out of hand.
"Will you two knock it off!!" He yell. "We got a show to do, the last thing I need is angry 5-5-5 fan girls running in here ripping this place apart." With that, 5-5-5 snorted and plops him plops himself on the chair. Mimic then started the interview...
"Anyways, now for the interview. So 5-5-5, can you tell us a little about yourself?" Mimic asked, wanting to know. 5-5-5 just gave a blunt answer with a dull tone.
"I was created by Jumba to be a killing machine but was a failure and was dumped into a hibernation bowl for 5 years…" The hosts just looked at him as if to here more but never got any.
"That's it?" Mimic asked. 5-5-5 looked at him with a raised brow.
"What do you expect, a ridiculously long and touching story?"
"Well duh that would be good." Torcher said while drinking his Pepsi. 5-5-5 narrowed his eyes.
"If you want an absurdly long story, go ask Void for one. I don't do stories!"
'What an S.O.B., which I could squeeze his head. Heh, jelly brains…' Torcher thought, thinking about jelly brains for a while.
"Ok, question two; what would you do if you had the chance to meet up with 5-5-2?" Mimic asked. 5-5-5 responded, counting with his fingers the things he'd do.
"I'd rip his limbs off, cut out his tongue, open him up, take out his organs one by one, take his heart, make him eat it, shove toothpicks in his eye holes, put him in an oven, slowly turn up the heat, do this for about five hours, send his remains into the trench in the deep ocean, mail his body parts to random places across the universe and brag about it to everyone I meet." He finished, leaving the hosts to stare at him like he was crazy.
"…" Mimic's reply, Torcher' was more direct.
"… Your sick, you know that?" He said.
"What do you expect, to give him flowers and a box of chocolates?" 5-5-5 asked. Mimic then recovered himself, shaking off the bad images in his head.
"Lets skip it, next question would be how did it feel to be in a bowl for 5 years." He asked, 5-5-5 then said his answer sarcastically.
"Oh it was dandy; I got all the me-time I want and watched an empty room get filled with dust!" He said, wanting to get out of here.
"That must have sucked." Torcher said, stating the rediculously obvious.
"No (beep) Sherlock! It had to be the worse thing to happen to me since I found out I had only five (beep) days to live!!" He yelled, his cursing being cut out. Mimic was going to say something but was cut off by 5-5-5.
"And what's with that "beep beep" crap!!" he asked/yelled.
"That's the swear filter, to keep the atmosphere clean from dirty words." Torcher said. 5-5-5 had a pissed-off look in his eyes, which were slightly twitching.
"You mean I can't even swear?"
"Only to a minuet amount." Mimic explained. 5-5-5 finally had enough.
"Damn it! You know what? (Beep) this, I'm out of here!" He said as he jumps off the chair and walks off. Torcher yells back at him.
"Where the hell are you going?! You haven't answered all the questions yet!" He exclaimed.
"Searching for my cure, trog!" He said, still walking and heading for the exit.
"Don't make me come over there!" Torcher said angerly. 5-5-5 nonchalantly flips him the bird.
"Bite my scaly ass!" He then goes out through the exit, leaving Torcher to be pissed off.
"He's out; well guess that's it." Mimic said to no one in perticular. Torcher looked at him with rage.
"Oh the hell it is, I'll drag him here if I have ta!" He said, about to jump off the couch and run after 5-5-5.
"Save it, we'll do it another time. We need to sign off the air."
" Damn it; well folks, that's it for this episode of our show." Torcher said to the camera.
"Tune in next time to see the next experiment." Mimic finished, Torcher looked at him questionally.
"Who?"
" I think it's another of Void's creations, he's experiment 1-9-9 or something." This got Torcher's attention.
"Mouth!? Are you nuts?!" He yelled, not wanting the blabber mouth experiment on the show. The cameraman shut off the camera before things get out of hand.
Well, that's it for now. Tune in next time to find out what happens next. R&R
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the experiments; they belong to their rightful owner and such. Mimic is mine and Torcher is… well, Torcher's.
A/N: Apparently decided to put the "No script format" rule in total effect. Now I have to try and rewrite everything to story format... Damn it. It take too long to write.
Chapter one
Here in the studio, which was made by the hosts Mimic and Torcher, the two were sitting on the host couch. Mimic was the one in black and Torcher is the one in red with an ordinary gas mask. Now lets see how they are doing shall we?
"This idea is stupid Mimic, LONG and stupid!" Said the red clothed man with blonde hair with anger in his voice, this was Torcher. The one in black, Mimic, looked at him with an annoyed look even though he's wearing a gas mask.
"It is not, people like interviews," Mimic said, trying to explain this to Torcher without having him losing his temper. "We're having some of the most well known and such in this program." Torcher just rolled his eyes to his comment.
"The odds of anyone watching are…" He paused a bit before giving an answer. "Actually, numbers don't go that low!"
"Shut up Torcher, as soon as the guest comes in, we'll be the most known guys in the entire Lilo and Stitch section." Mimic exclaimed with pride in his voice.
"Yeah, too bad it'll be the "most horrible" list." Torcher said. Mimic was getting annoyed by his negative comments.
"Whatever!" He yelled. That's when the camera guy interrupted them, Mimic looked at him angrily.
"What is it?!" Mimic ask/yelled.
"We're live…" The camera guy said. Mimic paused for a few moments to gather this into his brain and said the only possible thing in this situation.
"… Aw crap." He said in a somewhat low tone, Torcher was laughing his ass off at Mimic's blunder.
"BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAhahhaaa, your so stupid!" He said as he was laughing at Mimic. Mimic just looked back at him nonchalantally.
"They also saw you too, you know." Was Mimic's answer, Torcher stopped laughing and did the same thing as Mimic did.
"…… aw crap." he said meekly. Mimic just ignored him and looked at the camera.
"Anyways, welcome to "Interviewing the Experiments: Fan edition"." He addressed to the viewing people.
"I still think this is lame." Torcher said after recovering from his moment of embarrasment. Mimic glared at him.
"Just get the guest here, ok?" He said, trying to get Torcher to stop his whining.
"(tch) Fine" Torcher said as he gets up and goes backstage to find the guest. Mimic continued with his speech to the readers.
"What a bastard… At any rate, today's guest is an experiment from Void99's stories. He's hotheaded, unsympathetic, and has anger management problems. Please say hello to-" He was cut off when Torcher flew over his head and hit the wall with a thud. An experiment with red scales, black leg and arm scales, jet-black eyes, no nose, two pale orange horns curving over his back walked out onto the set and plopped himself into the guest chair. This was experiment 5-5-5, the one with the strength to rip you open.
"5-5-5…" Mimic said, finishing his sentence. 5-5-5 just glared at him, practacally telling him he wants to get out of here.
"Let's just get this over with-" 5-5-5 started but was interrupted by Torcher as he falls off the wall.
"It's not like you have anything important to do!" He yelled, 5-5-5 glares at Torcher.
"I have to find a cure for my body-heat problem, jackass!!" He yelled back at Torcher, wanting to rip Torcher open like a baked chicken. Torcher gets up from his current position.
"Come over here and say that!!" That's when 5-5-5 suddenly launched himself toward Torcher to rip him to shreds, he was almost there when Torcher suddenly disappeared; with no way of stopping in the air and stunned by the sudden disappearance, 5-5-5 slammed into the wall. Torcher appeared on the couch, sitting there as if nothing had happen. 5-5-5 falls off the wall and hits the floor with a thud.
"Ow…"
"You're going to pay the wall, you know." Torcher said, loving the fact that he made a fool of 5-5-5. The said experiment glared at him.
"How the (beep) did you do that?!" He asked, Torcher looked at him with smug look on his face.
"I can teleport, one of my abilities. Deal with it." He answered, which was followed by a snarl from 5-5-5. Mimic then decided to end this before this got out of hand.
"Will you two knock it off!!" He yell. "We got a show to do, the last thing I need is angry 5-5-5 fan girls running in here ripping this place apart." With that, 5-5-5 snorted and plops him plops himself on the chair. Mimic then started the interview...
"Anyways, now for the interview. So 5-5-5, can you tell us a little about yourself?" Mimic asked, wanting to know. 5-5-5 just gave a blunt answer with a dull tone.
"I was created by Jumba to be a killing machine but was a failure and was dumped into a hibernation bowl for 5 years…" The hosts just looked at him as if to here more but never got any.
"That's it?" Mimic asked. 5-5-5 looked at him with a raised brow.
"What do you expect, a ridiculously long and touching story?"
"Well duh that would be good." Torcher said while drinking his Pepsi. 5-5-5 narrowed his eyes.
"If you want an absurdly long story, go ask Void for one. I don't do stories!"
'What an S.O.B., which I could squeeze his head. Heh, jelly brains…' Torcher thought, thinking about jelly brains for a while.
"Ok, question two; what would you do if you had the chance to meet up with 5-5-2?" Mimic asked. 5-5-5 responded, counting with his fingers the things he'd do.
"I'd rip his limbs off, cut out his tongue, open him up, take out his organs one by one, take his heart, make him eat it, shove toothpicks in his eye holes, put him in an oven, slowly turn up the heat, do this for about five hours, send his remains into the trench in the deep ocean, mail his body parts to random places across the universe and brag about it to everyone I meet." He finished, leaving the hosts to stare at him like he was crazy.
"…" Mimic's reply, Torcher' was more direct.
"… Your sick, you know that?" He said.
"What do you expect, to give him flowers and a box of chocolates?" 5-5-5 asked. Mimic then recovered himself, shaking off the bad images in his head.
"Lets skip it, next question would be how did it feel to be in a bowl for 5 years." He asked, 5-5-5 then said his answer sarcastically.
"Oh it was dandy; I got all the me-time I want and watched an empty room get filled with dust!" He said, wanting to get out of here.
"That must have sucked." Torcher said, stating the rediculously obvious.
"No (beep) Sherlock! It had to be the worse thing to happen to me since I found out I had only five (beep) days to live!!" He yelled, his cursing being cut out. Mimic was going to say something but was cut off by 5-5-5.
"And what's with that "beep beep" crap!!" he asked/yelled.
"That's the swear filter, to keep the atmosphere clean from dirty words." Torcher said. 5-5-5 had a pissed-off look in his eyes, which were slightly twitching.
"You mean I can't even swear?"
"Only to a minuet amount." Mimic explained. 5-5-5 finally had enough.
"Damn it! You know what? (Beep) this, I'm out of here!" He said as he jumps off the chair and walks off. Torcher yells back at him.
"Where the hell are you going?! You haven't answered all the questions yet!" He exclaimed.
"Searching for my cure, trog!" He said, still walking and heading for the exit.
"Don't make me come over there!" Torcher said angerly. 5-5-5 nonchalantly flips him the bird.
"Bite my scaly ass!" He then goes out through the exit, leaving Torcher to be pissed off.
"He's out; well guess that's it." Mimic said to no one in perticular. Torcher looked at him with rage.
"Oh the hell it is, I'll drag him here if I have ta!" He said, about to jump off the couch and run after 5-5-5.
"Save it, we'll do it another time. We need to sign off the air."
" Damn it; well folks, that's it for this episode of our show." Torcher said to the camera.
"Tune in next time to see the next experiment." Mimic finished, Torcher looked at him questionally.
"Who?"
" I think it's another of Void's creations, he's experiment 1-9-9 or something." This got Torcher's attention.
"Mouth!? Are you nuts?!" He yelled, not wanting the blabber mouth experiment on the show. The cameraman shut off the camera before things get out of hand.
Well, that's it for now. Tune in next time to find out what happens next. R&R