Tedious Legal Disclaimer: I don't own FF8. Don't own much of anything really. :(
Note from Irvine:
Dear Irvine fans and whoever else is left,
It has came to my attention that I was the next victim in a cruel plot of poetry. I discussed it with the author and we came to an agreement. She wanted to write a poem, but I preferred a rap. I actually preferred having neither, but since she's a stubborn, difficult girl, I'd have to strike a compromise. And the fact I'm not one of her favorites doesn't help. I insisted a comedy also, but we all know she sucks at that, so who knows what will turn out.
Your Romantic Dream,
Irvine
Irvine's Rap
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( Irvine stands in middle of the Quad, within a circle of good looking people who seem interested in whatever he has to say. *smirks*).
I'm a real cowboy
I love women and guns
I never hit on boys
I rather flirt with nuns.
(Irvine sneers at Quistis, who in turn, gives him a dirty look for what he was implying by that remark.)
If you were thinking
That I would be country
What were you drinking?
You confused the style.
(Irvine: I don't sing country, I just love these clothes.)
Most girls
Know I'm cool
I always have to deal
With puddles of drool.
(Half of the unpaid girls that were standing around him, walk away disgusted. Selphie bounces into the scene to dance.)
Here's my chick Selphie (Selphie does a cheer)
I've known her since childhood
She's a little bit of a ditz (Selphie pouts)
But it's all good.
I know some of you
Always write me off
I'm not that screwed
I'm not a pig at the trough.
Not a rapist, not a killer
Not even an ex-stripper (Irvine snickers at author)
I'm a just real thriller
I happen to have a wide zipper.
(Irvine: What kind of rhyme is that?!)
When I was little
I fell in love
I'm still noncommital
Because I'm unworthy of.
(Irvine: Say what?)
(Author stutters nervously, trying to find something for Irvine to sing)
I follow the lover Venus
Like a blind man
With a big ***** (Irvine: Is that all you could rhyme with Venus?! Sick!)
Try to keep my attention span.
(Irvine: Okay. You certainly suck. Rap's over!)
FIN.
Author: ~cries~ Forgive me! I didn't have my caffeine!
Note from Irvine:
Dear Irvine fans and whoever else is left,
It has came to my attention that I was the next victim in a cruel plot of poetry. I discussed it with the author and we came to an agreement. She wanted to write a poem, but I preferred a rap. I actually preferred having neither, but since she's a stubborn, difficult girl, I'd have to strike a compromise. And the fact I'm not one of her favorites doesn't help. I insisted a comedy also, but we all know she sucks at that, so who knows what will turn out.
Your Romantic Dream,
Irvine
Irvine's Rap
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( Irvine stands in middle of the Quad, within a circle of good looking people who seem interested in whatever he has to say. *smirks*).
I'm a real cowboy
I love women and guns
I never hit on boys
I rather flirt with nuns.
(Irvine sneers at Quistis, who in turn, gives him a dirty look for what he was implying by that remark.)
If you were thinking
That I would be country
What were you drinking?
You confused the style.
(Irvine: I don't sing country, I just love these clothes.)
Most girls
Know I'm cool
I always have to deal
With puddles of drool.
(Half of the unpaid girls that were standing around him, walk away disgusted. Selphie bounces into the scene to dance.)
Here's my chick Selphie (Selphie does a cheer)
I've known her since childhood
She's a little bit of a ditz (Selphie pouts)
But it's all good.
I know some of you
Always write me off
I'm not that screwed
I'm not a pig at the trough.
Not a rapist, not a killer
Not even an ex-stripper (Irvine snickers at author)
I'm a just real thriller
I happen to have a wide zipper.
(Irvine: What kind of rhyme is that?!)
When I was little
I fell in love
I'm still noncommital
Because I'm unworthy of.
(Irvine: Say what?)
(Author stutters nervously, trying to find something for Irvine to sing)
I follow the lover Venus
Like a blind man
With a big ***** (Irvine: Is that all you could rhyme with Venus?! Sick!)
Try to keep my attention span.
(Irvine: Okay. You certainly suck. Rap's over!)
FIN.
Author: ~cries~ Forgive me! I didn't have my caffeine!