Note: ^.^ mainly insanity borne of listening to Dr. Demento and watching movies about people's hands being possessed by Senior Diablos...w00t! This is. I love this song, and I luv Mr. Sasma. Sooo… tadaaa! I tried to splash in as much demented happiness as I could. Eat a Poptart and enjoy. Uh-huh. WOOT! I decided to use a little quote from a song to describe how I feel about writing:
Yamerarenai Yamerarenai!
Shindemo baketemo umarekawatemo!
--Which means--
I can't stop, I can't stop,
Even if I die, change shape, or get reborn!
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**This time our story starts in the dead of night. WHAT FUN! Nny is actually asleep, and Reverend MEAT's watching T.V. It's an infomercial about Citrus Cleaners…**
Reverend MEAT: This place could use a little cleaning.
Mr. Sasma: Yesh.
Reverend MEAT: You have to agree with me. You're a lowly cockroach, and like I've said many times before, you're always a slave to SOMETHING!
Mr. Sasma: …yesh…
(That's not very nice.)
Reverend MEAT: GAK! You again?!
(Aww… Nny-sama's snoring!)
Nny: **curled up in a ball 'cause he's freezing his butt off, snoring**
(*.* KAWAAAAIIII!!!!)
Mr. Sasma: you're going to wake him up.
**A goose flies in through one window and runs into the wall, where it bursts into flames. Out of those ashes comes another goose, which flies through the roof**
Reverend MEAT: …
(I have no idea what that was, but it was fun. NOW, FEET MY FUZZY PAW OF EVIL WOOLEY SHEEP!)
Reverend MEAT: Why are you picking on me tonight?
(Because I can.)
Reverend MEAT: I didn't know my arm was detachable!
**Amaaazing…**
(Somebody poke Nny-sama with a stick!)
Reverend MEAT: I'm hungry.
Mr. Sasma: I'll go get one. **scurries away**
(Tomorrow we can drive around this town, let the cops chase around…
Reverend MEAT: …
(HEY! Let's play Super Smash Brothers!)
---Later---
**D.Cat's phased into the fic, and she and Reverend MEAT are giving each other a royal butt whoopin' playing Super Smash Brothers**
D.Cat: PIKACHU!
Reverend MEAT: FEEL MARIO'S BLADE OF DOOM!
D.Cat: Fear my fuzzy yellow wrath!
**I think MEAT's controlling Mario with his psychical powers…. Chou.**
Mr. Sasma: **returns and stares at D.Cat and MEAT playing video games** That looks like fun…
D.Cat: Did you get the toothpicks?
Mr. Sasma: **holds up one** Yesh!
D.Cat: **grabs the toothpick and jumps on the couch beside Nny. She pokes him** Poop. He's a heavy sleeper!
Mr. Sasma: Lemme try. **D.Cat jumps down and Mr. Sasma pokes Nny's face with it**
D.Cat: We need a bigger stick.
Mr. Sasma: **scurries away again**
…
D.Cat: I SHALL BEAT THINE BUTT, MEAT!
Reverend MEAT: Bring it on!
---Later---
**D.Cat and MEAT are chillin' listening to the radio.**
Radio: I had to fall, to lose it all…
D.Cat: We should listen to 'Crawling'. That might wake Nny up.
Reverend MEAT: What about the stick?
**A saber-toothed lemming starts breakdancing on the floor**
D.Cat: I tried so hard! And got so far… but in the end, it doesn't even matter!
Reverend MEAT: I still say I won on Super Smash Brothers.
D.Cat: Naw, I did.
Reverend MEAT: You were pathetic! Pikachu is nothing compared to Mario's supernatural plumber strength!
D.Cat: Pikachu might be weak, but I have the power of Felidae on mah side! I am Fuzzy! I am kawaii! I am Cat!
Reverend MEAT : …
Mr. Sasma: **comes back with a shish-ka-bob** With this work?
D.Cat: Does a finger fing?
Mr. Sasma: …nooo…
D.Cat: Same difference, dude. **takes the shish-ka-bob and pokes Nny repeatedly. He doesn't stir** POOP!
Reverend MEAT: He doesn't sleep that much, you know. He's gotta get it while he can.
D.Cat: Good point. **looks at the shish-ka-bob** But we need a better one.
Mr. Sasma: **is gone**
D.Cat: Obedient little fellow.
Reverend MEAT: He's a slave.
---Later, again…
**D.Cat and Reverend MEAT are doing Karaoke. A disco all has been installed in the ceiling, and as well as a few black lights. Woot!**
D.Cat: Shot through the heart! And you're to blame! Darlin' you give love a bad name!
Reverend MEAT: **snatches the mike** I played mah part! And you played your game!
D.Cat and MEAT: YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME!
**Mr. Sasma returns, dragging a drumstick. He stops and stares at D.Cat and MEAT, as well as the alterations to the house** Dude… he's not UP yet? **looks at Nny**
D.Cat: A schoolboy's dream, you act so shy,
Reverend MEAT: You're very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye!
D.Cat: Whoa! You're a loaded gun… Whoa! There's nowhere to run,
Reverend MEAT: No one can save me the damage you've done!
D.Cat: Shot through the heart! And you're to blame!
Reverend MEAT: Darlin' you give love…
D.Cat and MEAT: A BAD NAME!
D.Cat: I played mah part, and you play your game!
D.Cat and MEAT: YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME!
Mr. Sasma: Uhh… guys…
D.Cat: **notices him, grins, and shuts off the machine, bounding over** I CAN DRUM ON HIS
HEAD! **jumps on the couch and whaps Nny in the head**
Nny: **mumbles, but doesn't wake up**
Mr. Sasma: **sighs**
D.Cat: Do you have a baseball bat?
Mr. Sasma: I think so. **scurries off, yet again**
**A little fish swims in the room. Then a big fish enters and eats the little fish. Then the Flaming Goose flies back in, hits the fish, and they both go down in a fiery, feathery explosion**
D.Cat: **sits, boredly** I wonder if that goose was related to Nuclear Goose…
**The goose is reborn and flies away**
Nny: Gurgh… burrito…
D.Cat: hey! That whap made him talk in his sleep… **evil grin**
Reverend MEAT: Heh heh.
---Time passes
D.Cat: …you're still walking, when it starts to rain…
Nny: ..urgh… wet…
Reverend MEAT: You run, trying to get home as soon as possible!
D.Cat When suddenly something hits you from the side, knocking you against a wall! And it hurts!
Nny: **cringes**
Reverend MEAT: You look up, just in time to see a flashing blade in your adversary's hand!
D.Cat: The rain falls harder, drenching you to the skin. You reach for your own blade, knocking your assailant to the side.
Nny: **grins slightly**
Reverend MEAT: You glare down at them, silently. Ready for your strike…
D.Cat: And suddenly you leap forward, striking the knife through the enemy's flesh, and as blood explodes over the street, mingling with rainwater, you think you hear some familiarity in the scream. Still, you tear at their innards, shreds of intestine fly into the air, spattering over the wet ground. You slit their throat, basking in the mangled screams that drift through the air, and stand, admiring your work.
Reverend MEAT: 0o…
Nny: **grinning really, REALLY big now**
D.Cat: Only to discover… the person who accidentally slipped on the slick sidewalk and crashed into you is the one person in this world you could tolerate.
Nny: **looks a little puzzled**
D.Cat: DEVI!
Nny: GRAUGH! **rolls over and falls off the couch**
D.Cat: **falls on her butt, laughing it off**
Reverend MEAT: **stares at Nny** He's waking up…
Nny: **stands, shaking his head groggily** Was that… just a dream?
D.Cat: Y-y-yesshh! AHAHAHAAA!
Nny: YOU! **leaps at her**
D.Cat: **dodges and begins floating** Heehee.
Nny: Oo What!? Cats can't fly!
D.Cat: I'm not flying. I'm levitating with Pure BITCH POWER!
Nny: **growls**
**Mr. Sasma finally comes in, slooowly dragging the baseball bat**
Nny:… What's that for?
Mr. Sasma: Aw, he's already up.
Nny: **glares daggers at D.Cat**
D.Cat: COME MY MINIONS!…
**Nothing Happens**
D.Cat: Poop. I'll bet he tampered with my signal… Um, Mr. Sasma, help me!
Mr. Sasma: How am I supposed to do that?
Nny: Don't make me step on you!
Mr. Sasma: 0v0…
D.Cat: I make you big! Size of horse!
**Mr. Sasma starts growing. He's the size of a cat, a dog, and now… a horse!**
D.Cat: There.
**But Mr. Sasma keeps growing**
D.Cat: o.O N-Nani!? THI IS NOT THE TIME TO TAMPER WITH MAH ALMIGHT AUTHOR ABILITIES, NEBULOUS!
(Bwahahaa!)
Reverend MEAT: Uhhh…
Nny: **runs out the door as Mr. Sasma blows the roof off.
D.Cat: **grabs Reverend MEAT and makes a run for it**
To. Be. Continued.
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Note: Holy Flaming poop on a stick! It actually has a kinda sorta plot! Yesh, it shall have more than one chapters. As soon as I can get the lyrics to 'The Cockroach that ate Cincinnati'. Woot! You might be wondering who nebulous is. She's our back-up editor. Whenever our friend D.Cat (moi) phases into a fic, Nebulous steals her Parenthesis. I laugh. But I like feedback… and who doesn't? Flames are fine, if you absolutely MUST flame me. I dun care. But… um, anyway, go and… dance! And have fun.
"Answer the phone!
I know that you're home…
I wanna get you alone,
And do it again, do it again!"
-Sugar Ray, Answer The Phone