The concept may not be original, but I thought up the questions. I hope they already haven't been answered this way.
Intro: The people from Zoids go to a late night party. At the party they get drunk beyond comprehension, but they can still talk without slurring. A mysterious individual starts picking some characters to ask them about their secrets or funny other stuff while they are in their drunken state. Without their logic, they will say anything.
They are rounded up into a small room, so everyone in the group can hear what is being said, even though they will not remember it.
I don't have rights to Zoids.
Round 1
Van, Fiona, Moonbay, and Irvine
DarkMetalist: So Van how are you?
Van: This is one great party!
DarkMetalist: Right...How much do you like papayas?
Van: I hate the stuff.
Everyone else: You do!
Van: Yeah the only reason I like it was because my sister Maria forced me to.
DarkMetalist: Maria? How did this happen?
Van: Well she always made the best pies, but they were all papaya flavored. I would tell her I hate it, but she wouldn't make any other flavor because papayas were cheaper than any other fruit to buy. So I would just eat them cause I didn't have any other choice.
DarkMetalist: If you wanted to eat other fruits rather than papayas, why didn't you just eat the other fruits?
Van: Pies are better than plain fruit.
DarkMetalist: But still...
Van: They were pies. Everyone loves pie.
DarkMetalist: I agree, I love pie too. Well thank you Van, you can go back to the party now.
Van: PARTY! Where?
DarkMetalist: Out the door Van, just go.
Van: Oww
DarkMetalist: OPEN THE DOOR FIRST!
sigh
Okay Fiona, you're up next.
Fiona: Okay Van, ask whatever you want.
DarkMetalist: I'm not Van, I'm a mysterious individual who actually has a name you don't know.
Fiona: Whatever you say Van. But you are still Van to me Van.
DarkMetalist: exasperated sigh
Fiona, do you really put salt onto everything you eat?
Fiona: I'll tell you a secret. I'll try to whisper so no one else hears.
She tries to whisper but can't.
Fiona: It's actually sugar.
Moonbay and Irvine: SUGAR!
Fiona: Hey I whispered, how could you guys hear what I said?
Moonbay: That would explain why you are always so happy.
Irvine: Yeah, I've never seen anyone so happy all the time and sugar explains it all.
gasp
You're on a sugar high!
Fiona: You betcha I am.
She starts to run around the room, jumping all over the place, crying out "I'm queen of the world."
DarkMetalist: I think we just found out that sugar and alcohol DON'T mix.
Fiona runs into the wall and slides down.
DarkMetalist: Security! Take this girl back to the party. Take her back to a guy named Van; he should know what to do with her.
Moonbay: Bye! Bye Fiona!
giggles
DarkMetalist: Moonbay, you're up!
Moonbay: Whee, it's my turn!
DarkMetalist: Why did I choose to do this while they were drunk?
Alright Moonbay, do you really make up words to your "transporter" song?
Moonbay: No, of course not.
DarkMetalist: Could you explain?
Moonbay: I'm getting to that, wait a minute!
One minute later
DarkMetalist: Moonbay, hellooo?
Moonbay: What? Oh hello.
DarkMetalist: Will you explain why you don't make up the words to your "transporter" song?
Moonbay: I've been listening to the music since like forever. I've had plenty of time to make up words. By the time I make up the words they are already a part of the song.
DarkMetalist: I'm sure that is true. You can leave now.
Moonbay: whines
But I don't want to!
DarkMetalist: Fine wait until I finish with Irvine, then leave! So Irvine...
Irvine: What did you say about my mom!
Irvine pounces on the mysterious individual and starts pounding the daylight out of the guy.
DarkMetalist: Irvine stop! I didn't say anything about your mom!
Irvine: LIAR!
Irvine continues his onslaught for several more seconds. Then he gets tired and sits. The mysterious individual struggles to get up.
DarkMetalist: Al..right...Irvine. Are you ready for your question...now?
Irvine: Yeah, shoot.
DarkMetalist: Well, what else do you do with your eyepiece?
Irvine: I use it to spy on Van and Fiona
DarkMetalist: When they're doing what?
Irvine: When they are alone on some cliff staring at the stars.
DarkMetalist: Why?
Irvine: Duh, so I can see the stars too!
DarkMetalist: Yeah, sure.
Irvine: You say something about my mom again?
DarkMetalist: No! No! I believe you! A mercenary without the time to stop and look up at the stars. Always busy without anytime to relax.
Irvine: Mysterious person, you have three seconds to get out of this room.
DarkMetalist: BUT I WAS HERE FIRST!
Irvine: You picking on my sister now! You're getting it now!
The mysterious person pushes a secret button and falls out of the room.
Irvine: C'mon Moonbay, let's get back to the party.
Moonbay: "I am, a transporter, of the wasteland..."
The mysterious person climbs up a ladder back up into the room.
DarkMetalist: Thank goodness that's over.
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