*My Time – Gimme a little of WHO?!*
A songfic I thought up. Watching the DNC and listening to Triple H's music (which I got over Napster, please support it!), I got the funniest little idea …
SCENE: The Democratic National Convention, as Al Gore accepts his nomination for president of the US
GORE: And, I'd like to accept your nomination for Pre—
VOICE: Hey Clinton, is this on?
GORE: WHAT THE F—K?!?! (Unfortunately, the censor booth guy was getting coffee … so all the five-year-olds their president go 'eff'. Glad I wasn't, eh?)
SCENE: Buchanan's house, as he watches the DNC
BUCHANAN: Aaigh! My virgin ears! Foul, evil demons …
(collapses in a dead faint)
SCENE: Back to the DNC
TIPPER: Al!
GORE: Oops, sorry. But what the … (and so the music blares on …)
(A fire rages. A flash-frame of a tuxedo is seen, then one of Gore's face. The words 'Albert Gore' flash in neon green. Oh no …)
Hit me with a little of that Albert Gore … (some funky-techno music starts up, he starts cackling evilly …)
Yeah … you better keep it playing, Mr. Dumb Sh------- (Naturally, Pat Buchanan's face fills the screen) –it …
Yo, tell me whose time it is now (Clinton's face is shown, then 'ex'ed, replaced by Gore and Tipper's) yeah, just keeping it up here now …
It's MY time … yo, here comes TROUBLE!!! (Gore's face is super-imposed on the video, showing how he looks doing a Triple H impersonation when screaming)
GORE: (squints at his picture) WHAT?! By God, I do NOT look like that!
LIEBERMAN: (sighs, holds hands in prayer) Al … first of all, God can't hear you. Second – you do look like that.
GORE: Dammit!
Not gonna listen to anybody
Tell me who or what to think
Not tryin' to be like anybody
Time to play, it's made for me
(Superimposed picture of Rock v. Triple H … with Saddam being Pedigreed by Gore … the poor viewer is starting to turn green …)
Coz I pass the blind, they're all behind (Fills screen with the outline of Texas – a riot by their delegation is barely avoided …)
MY TIME! MY TIME!
My time, it's time …
MY TIME! MY TIME! MY TIIIIIIIIIMMMMMEEE ….
(Gore faints dead away)
TIPPER: Bert!
LIEBERMAN: Blasphemer!
WILLIAM SCHNEIDER: Willie!
(Whole DNC turns to look at the CNN senior political analyst, who sweatdrops)
WILLIAM SCHNEIDER: Hey, I didn't want to be left out … (Sneaks back into his little corner)
(DNC turns their attention back to Gore, uncaring of the crap still blaring …)
We're not looking back, we've had enough
You don't know what trouble is!
My game, and politics, Republicans' sissy talk …
FADE OUT
Oh yeah, the crack at Will Schneider belongs to the author who wrote Supermarket of Horrors, another great WWF humor fic. Sorry, I forgot the name.