"Ok people, I hate you, and you hate me. But if I want people to know me in ff.net, I have to publish more stuff!"
"Soul [-] unter, why are you working with us?"
"Why not Ass?"
"Well…you pretty much try to kill us…I don't trust you, I'm outta here!"
"Now…anyone else want to leave?"
"Uh…no…héhé…"replied a terrified Misty.
"Goood…! What about YOU Brock?"
"Uh…no…your supreme holiness…"
"Ok, Brock, you have the main part."
"Cool!"
"Now…since our script got eaten up by god-knows what, we will have to improvise. Any ideas?"
"* Sigh *"
"Oh I know! I know!"
"What Mewtwo?"
"We could do a Matrix-like movie!"
"Good idea."
"But I hate the Matrix…!"
S [-] gets out his Uzi again and kills Misty.
"Noone that hates the Matrix deserves to live…" [A/N= I don't give if you don't like the Matrix, so don't bother flaming me 'bout that!]
"…Ok. So… Who wants to be Neo?"
"Me!"
"Me!"
"Pickachu!"
"Brock, you're too tall…Mewtwo, you're too ugly…Pickachu, you're a rat…guess I'll be Neo…"
"But…you said I'd get the main part…!"
"I lied."
"You fat lying son of a @!#$^*(*& $!"
"Uh Soul…"
"WHAT?!"
"Its just…you should try to stop killing us, or we won't be able to make the movie…"
"Oh…Right…Um…Maybe I'll get some of the other authors!"
"The other authors either hate you or are terrified of you."
"Shuddup. I know that deep-down they all love and worship me…"
"As if…"
"Mewtwo, I'm not gonna kill you because lots of people like you, but back-stage you are gonna suffer…"
"We are back-stage…"
"Muahahahahahahaha…"
"Shit."
WHAT WILL I DO TO MEWTWO? WILL ANYONE SURVIVE TO BE IN THE CAST? WILL I EVER WRITE ANYTHING INTERESTING? WILL ANY AUTHORS ACTUALLY ASK TO BE IN THE CAST? WILL I EVER STOP WITH THESE GODDAMN QUESTIONS? WILL ANY READERS FILL IN THE PRETTY BOX UNDER THIS PATHETIC FANFIC? Mewtwo wacks Soul in the head "Alright, alright I'll stop with the questions… Now if any of you authors are actually insane enough to join the cast, say so in the review! Catch ya in chapter 2!"
