Tim Burton and Lots of Fake-Type Blood
Me no own. You no sue. Okay? Okay.
(We are in a dark-styled movie theatre full of fangirls, morbidly obese people, and Djaq.)
Djaq: Why did you have to put me in your fanfic, Is?
Iscrit: SHUT UP SO WE CAN START THE CHEESING MOVIE!!(hyperventilate)
(The beginning credits live up to their name and, well, begin. Djaq uses this time to figure out the timing for Ballad.)
Djaq: F sharp, G major, A flat, C minor, mindless musical jabberings…Sweeney, Sweeney……
Entire Rest of Theatre: SHUTS UPS!! Edward Cullen just popped on screen!!
Djaq: He DID?!
(Sure enough, Edward is, um, drinking the pies, leaving small meat pie raisins everywhere.)
Sweeney: MY MOVIE!! (shoves Edward back to alternate universe)
Fangirls: AWWWW! He's hotttttttttt! Like you!
Sweeney: Ummmmmm…'kay.
(Screen blacks out, comes back on. Sweeney and Anthony are wandering about "the docks.")
Strong Bad: I'll search down by "the docks."
Sweeney: MYYYY movie! Gosh people…
Anthony: LaLaLaLondon!! It's wonderful!
LaLaLaLondon!! It's Londonful!
Bells and stuff from PERUUUUUUUU!!
Sweeney: Shut up, idiot naïve sailor boy.
Anthony: Oh, Sweeneykins, what's wrong?
Audience: Uh…okay thence.
Sweeney: There was a barber and his wife, and she was SUPRA HAUTE!! She was his reason and his nightlife, yes…And then this judge guy like, is all like, DIE.
Anthony: I'm going to cry! (proceeds to do so)