Psycho: We own nothing!
Rage: We are too broke to own anything.
Psycho: Enjoy the fic everyone.
::In the blank space of nothingness....more like an empty office with nothing but two chairs and a desk. Psycho and Rage are trying to come up with ideas for a fic.::
Rage: Nope that won't work either.
Psycho: What do you mean that the killer space penguins isn't a good idea?
Rage: It lacks something but I don't know what.
::A knock is heard on the door. Psycho and Rage don't seem to notice as they keep thinking.::
::A few hours later the knocking hasn't ceased and finally Rage gets up to answer the door.::
Rage: What ever your selling we don't want. ::looks to see a stoned RVD::
RVD: Dude, you should calm down. ::hands Rage a flyer:: I saw this outside of the library and decided to ask for a job.
::Flyer reads: Jobs wanted. Get good pay and free rooms. Go see Psycho about it.::
Rage: ::looks at Psycho:: Why or more actually when did you do this? We don't have money to do this?
Psycho: Did you forget that we're authors here? We can do anything we want cuz we have author powers. ::does evil laugh:: Muhahahahahha! ::Rage and RVD look at her like she lost it::
RVD: Dude she's kind of freaking me out. ::starts to back away but bumps into Sabertooth::
Rage: ::raises a brow:: The costume party is down the hall...or wait...are you hear for the job too?
Sabertooth: ::growls at RVD:: Of course. Since Magneto threw me out all just because I clawed the furniture. I need a place to stay.
RVD: Whoa, you're a cat-human-creature-thing.
Sabertooth: ::raised a brow:: Are you 'hi'?
RVD: Uh...maybe.
Rage: Oh great a hippie wanna be.
Psycho: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
Rage: What's oh my god, oh my god?
::Psycho points past Sabertooth to the growing mob of people outside.::
Psycho: I can't believe my brilliant idea has worked.
Randy: Hey let the Legend Killer through.
Remy: Remy don't t'ink so, mon ami. ::pulls Randy back from entering and enters himself::
Rage: ::goes over to wall and bangs head:: My...life...sucks.
Psycho: ::walks over and pats Rage's head:: It's not that bad. Think of it this way. Now we can think of a story to write.
Rage: Yeah I guess you right...in a wrong sort of way.
RVD: Anybody seen my baby....
Psycho: You don't have a baby.
RVD: AHHH! Where's my baby!
::Rage hands RVD a folded towel and RVD goes and sits in a corner, rocking back and forth::
::Rico dances into the room::
Rico: Hey you guys, how's it goin'?
Psycho: Rage...get my shotgun.... ::Rage runs off::
Rico: What?
::Rage comes back and hands Psycho the shotgun; Psycho cocks it::
Psycho: Naw git ta steppin'....
::Rico screams and jumps out window::
Rage: ::Smiles:: It couldn't be a fic I'm involved in without someone jumping through a window.
Psycho: Yeah you're right about that.
Remy: ::looks at RVD with a raised brow:: What is that guy on? What ever it is I want some.
::Sabertooth, Randy, Rage and Psycho look at Remy.::
Randy: Oh my god Remy. You've lost you're accent.
Renee: ::runs in along with Rob Conway and Sylvain Grenier:: A frenchman does not lose his accent like that.
Rob: We have to teach him how to speak French again.
Sylvain: Oui, then he wouldn't have to sound so American.
Psycho: Ah! French people. ::runs and hides behind RVD::
RVD: Shhh! You don't want to wake the baby. ::still is rocking back and forth with the folded towel::
Sabertooth: ::groans:: I need to go find some catnip now.
Rage: Ask RVD he might know where to get some.
::Rob, Renee and Sylvain grab Remy and run off with him. Remy was trying to get away but somehow couldn't.::
Raven: Dude, you need some catnip right?
Rage: Where'd you come from?
Raven: ::shifty eyes:: I came from the depths of your worst nightmare.
Rage: NOOO! Not the killer butterflies. ::runs and hides behind Psycho::
Sabertooth: O...k. ::turns to Raven:: So, tell me about where I can recieve some catnip?
Raven: ::pulls out a bag of catnip from his pocket:: Here ya go catman. ::gives it to Sabertooth::
::Sabertooth holds bag close mumbling 'My precious' over and over again before running out of the office.::
Randy: That was sure weird.
Psycho: You're telling me.
Christian: So, how many jobs are there going to be?
Rage: Don't ask me. I'm just a confused person here.....................WAIT!!!!
Psycho: WHAT?!
Rage: This couldn't be a fic I'm in without two more things...
Psycho: Oh yeah...and what's that?
::Jack Black appears out of nowhere and the Theme from 'Different Strokes' begins to play::
Jack Black: Duh...me and a random music interlude.
::Everyone begins to dance::
Psycho: That was a strange start but at least we're going somewhere's.
Rage: Yup and maybe there's more to come. ::shifty eyes::
Psycho and Rage: Read and Review.
Rage: Otherwise no chocolate.
Rage: We are too broke to own anything.
Psycho: Enjoy the fic everyone.
::In the blank space of nothingness....more like an empty office with nothing but two chairs and a desk. Psycho and Rage are trying to come up with ideas for a fic.::
Rage: Nope that won't work either.
Psycho: What do you mean that the killer space penguins isn't a good idea?
Rage: It lacks something but I don't know what.
::A knock is heard on the door. Psycho and Rage don't seem to notice as they keep thinking.::
::A few hours later the knocking hasn't ceased and finally Rage gets up to answer the door.::
Rage: What ever your selling we don't want. ::looks to see a stoned RVD::
RVD: Dude, you should calm down. ::hands Rage a flyer:: I saw this outside of the library and decided to ask for a job.
::Flyer reads: Jobs wanted. Get good pay and free rooms. Go see Psycho about it.::
Rage: ::looks at Psycho:: Why or more actually when did you do this? We don't have money to do this?
Psycho: Did you forget that we're authors here? We can do anything we want cuz we have author powers. ::does evil laugh:: Muhahahahahha! ::Rage and RVD look at her like she lost it::
RVD: Dude she's kind of freaking me out. ::starts to back away but bumps into Sabertooth::
Rage: ::raises a brow:: The costume party is down the hall...or wait...are you hear for the job too?
Sabertooth: ::growls at RVD:: Of course. Since Magneto threw me out all just because I clawed the furniture. I need a place to stay.
RVD: Whoa, you're a cat-human-creature-thing.
Sabertooth: ::raised a brow:: Are you 'hi'?
RVD: Uh...maybe.
Rage: Oh great a hippie wanna be.
Psycho: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
Rage: What's oh my god, oh my god?
::Psycho points past Sabertooth to the growing mob of people outside.::
Psycho: I can't believe my brilliant idea has worked.
Randy: Hey let the Legend Killer through.
Remy: Remy don't t'ink so, mon ami. ::pulls Randy back from entering and enters himself::
Rage: ::goes over to wall and bangs head:: My...life...sucks.
Psycho: ::walks over and pats Rage's head:: It's not that bad. Think of it this way. Now we can think of a story to write.
Rage: Yeah I guess you right...in a wrong sort of way.
RVD: Anybody seen my baby....
Psycho: You don't have a baby.
RVD: AHHH! Where's my baby!
::Rage hands RVD a folded towel and RVD goes and sits in a corner, rocking back and forth::
::Rico dances into the room::
Rico: Hey you guys, how's it goin'?
Psycho: Rage...get my shotgun.... ::Rage runs off::
Rico: What?
::Rage comes back and hands Psycho the shotgun; Psycho cocks it::
Psycho: Naw git ta steppin'....
::Rico screams and jumps out window::
Rage: ::Smiles:: It couldn't be a fic I'm involved in without someone jumping through a window.
Psycho: Yeah you're right about that.
Remy: ::looks at RVD with a raised brow:: What is that guy on? What ever it is I want some.
::Sabertooth, Randy, Rage and Psycho look at Remy.::
Randy: Oh my god Remy. You've lost you're accent.
Renee: ::runs in along with Rob Conway and Sylvain Grenier:: A frenchman does not lose his accent like that.
Rob: We have to teach him how to speak French again.
Sylvain: Oui, then he wouldn't have to sound so American.
Psycho: Ah! French people. ::runs and hides behind RVD::
RVD: Shhh! You don't want to wake the baby. ::still is rocking back and forth with the folded towel::
Sabertooth: ::groans:: I need to go find some catnip now.
Rage: Ask RVD he might know where to get some.
::Rob, Renee and Sylvain grab Remy and run off with him. Remy was trying to get away but somehow couldn't.::
Raven: Dude, you need some catnip right?
Rage: Where'd you come from?
Raven: ::shifty eyes:: I came from the depths of your worst nightmare.
Rage: NOOO! Not the killer butterflies. ::runs and hides behind Psycho::
Sabertooth: O...k. ::turns to Raven:: So, tell me about where I can recieve some catnip?
Raven: ::pulls out a bag of catnip from his pocket:: Here ya go catman. ::gives it to Sabertooth::
::Sabertooth holds bag close mumbling 'My precious' over and over again before running out of the office.::
Randy: That was sure weird.
Psycho: You're telling me.
Christian: So, how many jobs are there going to be?
Rage: Don't ask me. I'm just a confused person here.....................WAIT!!!!
Psycho: WHAT?!
Rage: This couldn't be a fic I'm in without two more things...
Psycho: Oh yeah...and what's that?
::Jack Black appears out of nowhere and the Theme from 'Different Strokes' begins to play::
Jack Black: Duh...me and a random music interlude.
::Everyone begins to dance::
Psycho: That was a strange start but at least we're going somewhere's.
Rage: Yup and maybe there's more to come. ::shifty eyes::
Psycho and Rage: Read and Review.
Rage: Otherwise no chocolate.