A/N: Okay, most of you won't understand half of this. This is just something I wrote for the amusement of my sister and some friends. I know its short!

Aw man, okay . . .

DISCLAIMER

I do not own The Hunger Games.

I do not own Starkid Productions.

I do not own most of the dialog.

I do not own Home Alone.

I do not own any of the characters, except Kendra.

I do not own Starship.

I do not own AVPM or AVPS.

I do not own Little White Lie.

I do not own any of Brian Regan's jokes.

Okay, I hope I haven't forgotten anything. I don't want to be sued. Haha, we don't want to be sued….

PM me if you have any questions!

You're Not Alone,

IMBECILEN

"Primrose Everdeen!" the voice on the stage says.

A short, black haired, green eyed girl begins to shouting from the crowd.

"Aww...what the biscuit? I rigged it! I rigged it!"

An olive faced, black haired, grey eyed teenager starts to scream after her sister.

"Prim! Prim! I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!"

As the teen continues after her sister, the girl start to push her way through the crowds, who seem oblivious to the fact the a crazy, ranting teenage girl wearing a red bandana with a white tank-top and army pants, is trying to push them out of the way.

"Oh, no you don't! Out of my way, you imbecilen! Duder, get out your Zapper and set it to pew! Pew! Pew! Pew!"

Duder is a platinum blond haired boy with blue eyes. He's wearing all black clothes and is carrying a gun-like object by the strap on his shoulder. Him and the girl follow the teen up to the stage, while the teen's sister is being carried off by her cousin. Possibly.

"Dude," she says to the teen. "You made your sister cry! What's wrong with you? Are you working with the G.L.E.E.? What kind of havoc has Junior sent you to rain down upon me? Get of my property, you filthy animal!"

The teen also seems oblivious to the rantings of the young girl. Suddenly, a drunken man comes staggering across the stage.

"I like her!" he screams. "Lots of . . . spunk! More than you! More than you!"

As he points at the camera, the bandanna girl strides over to him.

"Haymitch! What's up, dude? Hey, miss me high, hit me low!"

As he tries to return the high-five, he misses and falls off the stage.

"Aw, crap," the girl mutters. "Duder, give me my Red Vines! We need to revieve him!"

Suddenly, he is put on a stretcher and whisked away. The girl screams after them . . .

"No! Wait! Your gonna kill him! I have to give him a Red Vine first! WAIT!"

"Peeta Mellark!"

The lady on the stage has pulled yet another name from the ball. The girl saunters over to her.

"Man, you guys have no time for things, do you? You just rush right on through things! Well, one day you're going to get punched in the face and have you mustache ripped off! It's all part off the Status Quo, man!"

The tributes are led into the Justice Building and everyone begins to talk in nervous whispers.