Note: Eeee! Sorry it took so long. I plan on pulling another all-nighter.
**takes a long drought from her caffeine supplement: Coca-Cola...**
I'd like to give a special thanks to Erin Mills of Dementia Inc. for givin' me the Lyrics to 'The Cockroach That Ate Cincinnati!' **waves** HHIII!
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**Nny, D.Cat, and Reverend MEAT are standing outside Nny's demolished house, where a Mr. Sasma the size of to elephants stacked upon one another is standing, a bit confused.**
Nny: My... house...
D.Cat: wee! He hath stopped growing!....and stuff.
**Nny lunges at D.Cat and begins to violently strangle her to death**
Nny: YOU **squeeze** LITTLE **squeeze** PIECE **squeeze** OF **squeeze** FELINE **squeeze** SHIT!
Reverend MEAT: ... I think he's mad.
D.Cat: **turning purple** NEEOOORRGHHH! **phases out**
Nny: **now holding empty air** Where'd she go!?
D.Cat: I'm right here!
**Nny turns around to find D.Cat in the classic cat position: up a tree**
Nny: Come down here!
D.Cat: Nope. Just listen, I can't talk to you while you're trying to kill me.
Nny: **folds his arms and glares up at her** What?
D.Cat: ^.^ Awww! He's so cute when he's mad!
Nny: YAARARGH! **grabs a knife and prepares to throw**
D.Cat: WAIT, WAIT!!! Listen. I am the Almighty Author here, right?
Reverend MEAT: Unfortunately, yes.
D.Cat: Well, I'll just restore your house when we're done!
Nny: Done with what?
D.Cat: Da fic! Of course...
Nny: Well, what do you propose we do, then?
D.Cat: **jumps down** I say, we gather an armada of purple saber-toothed lemmings, train them in the ways of martial arts, and then TAKE OVER THE NATION'S CAPITAL! KWAAAHAHAHAAAA!
Reverend MEAT: You laugh like Black Waltz.
Nny: O o Diabolical kitties are scary. **points at D.Cat** EVIL CATTISH BEAST!
D.Cat: I'm not evil! Look at this face! **points to herself** Do I look evil to you?
Nny and MEAT: ...
D.Cat: ...Dun answer that.
Nny and MEAT: YES!
D.Cat: **twitch**
Mr. Sasma: Um, 'scuse me, but there's still this issue of me. What am I supposed to do!?
D.Cat: Oh, that's easy. You're a giant, mutilated radioactive insect.
Mr. Sasma: I'm not radioactive...
D.Cat: **waves her paws around** Same difference. You need to demolish a city! **twitches** demolishing is something I do best...
Mr. Sasma: But... where?
D.Cat: I know... THE BRITHPLACE OF DA BLUES! Yesh, I mean... my beautiful, rat-infested, crime-ridden birthplace, Memphis, Tennessee. WEEE!
Nny: Why Memphis? If you were born there, wouldn't you want to save it?
D.Cat: Maybe, but the fact remains that Memphis is the single most boring place on the planet. Nothing happens there! It was only in a few movies... but I love it dearly. Mr. Sasma will bring some excitement! ^.^ I wonder what's going on, right now...
---Downtown Memphis---
**building crash, people scream, and helicopters... uhh... helicopt, as Godzilla and a Giant Gingerbread Man duke it out over by the Peabody**
Random person #1: **horribly dubbed** Ahh! Godzilla!
Random Person #2: **also dubbed in a most horrid manner** And a Giant Gingerbread Man!
Random Person #3: **see: Random Persons #1-2**Wait a second... we're speaking English.
Random Persons #1 & 2 : Yeah?
Random Person #3: Well, why are we dubbed?
Random Persons #1, 2, & 3: ...
Random person #1: AHHH! Godzilla!
**and so on, and so forth**
---Nny's House---
D.Cat: Of course, with my luck, something's probably happening right now. Like a bank robbery... or something.
Reverend MEAT: That doesn't answer our problem.
D.Cat: **snaps her fingers and performs a somersault** I GOTS IT!
Nny: I didn't know you could do that!
D.Cat: **blinka blink** Do what?
Nny: Flip like that! It was neat.
D.Cat: ...why so nice? **back away, glaring suspiciously**
Nny: **smug grin** You'll never know.
D.Cat: O.o
Reverend MEAT: What did you get? Huh?
D.Cat: Oh, Yeah. We'll send him to eat Cincinnati! ^.^
Nny: ...huh?
D.Cat: Like the song! Yanno,
I must offer to you a confession,
I like movies that give me a fright.
If the subject is horror,
I've got to have more or,
I won't be contented all night!
Nny: **raises brow** Uh-huuuhh... right, So how are we supposed to get to Cincinnati?
D.Cat: **grins and snaps fingers**
** a bus driven by... uhh... some person speeds around the corner. Hee. It's blue.**
Busdriver: **waves** Hiya Demo!
Nny: Demo?
D.Cat: That's what mah friends call me. Hey thar, Bill!
Bill: Where to?
D.Cat: Aren't we gonna get in first?
Bill: Oh, right.
**Nny walks it, carrying Reverend MEAT. Mr Sasma jumps on top of the bus, and D.Cat also climbs in**
D.Cat: We're heading for Cincinnati!
Bill: Okee-dokee. **shuts the door and the bus speeds off**
Nny: **leans over to D.Cat and whispers** Who's this 'Bill'?
D.Cat: He's an ex-hobo. He really can't drive, but I can't afford to hire a driver.
**SWERVE!**
Nny: Gahck! **holds onto his chair** Stop this bus!
Bill: But we aren't at Cincinnati yet!
Nny: **glares at D.Cat** Stop. This. Bus. NOW!
D.Cat: o.o Bill, can we stop?
**Bill stops, everyone falls into the aisles, and Mr. Sasma goes flying of the roof**
---Time passes---
**Nny's driving, and Mr. Sasma is back on top of the roof. Reverend MEAT and D.Cat are siting in the front seat**
D.Cat and MEAT: 602,583, 011 bottles of beer on the wall, 602,583,011 bottles of beeer! Take one down, pass it around, 602,583,010 bottles of beer on the wall!
Nny: Could you two please sing something else?!
D.Cat: But that's the only song Reverend MEAT knows!
Nny: **twitch** Then be quiet.
D.Cat: What did you do with Bill, anyway?
**Somewhere in Colorado**
Bill: ..and then the guy pulls a knife on me and demands I surrender the bus. **sighs** I had no choice.
Hobo #1: Eh, we feel for ya, brothah.
**The train speeds on. Back at the bus**
Nny: **smirks** Where he belongs.
D.Cat: **sits back** Okee. I know a perfect song, anyway.
Nny: - -; Lemme guess...
D.Cat: You may call it my ghoulish obsession,
It's a subject on which I get chatty.
But the worst one it seems,
Haunting all of my dreams,
Was the cockroach that ate Cincinnati!
Nny: Shut up. Where's Cincinnati, anyway?
D.Cat: ^.^ I have no idea.
Reverend MEAT: We should stop and ask directions.
Nny: How about a map? It could be all the way across the United Sates, for all we know.
D.Cat: I've seen ghouls and hobgoblins and witches,
And some moth-eaten werewolves with fangs.
There were creatures that chattered,
And others that clattered,
And some Japanese monsters with fangs! **jumps up** Ah-So!
Nny: What's with you and that song!? STOPPIT!
D.Cat: I cannae help it! It sticks to my head like dead armadillo to left rear tire!
**SCREEEEECH**
Nny: How long has that been there!?
D.Cat: ^.^;;
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Note: Eeee! That's it for part two. Three shall be the last. Hee. Sheeya!
I'd like to give a special thanks to Erin Mills of Dementia Inc. for givin' me the Lyrics to 'The Cockroach That Ate Cincinnati!' **waves** HHIII!
---
**Nny, D.Cat, and Reverend MEAT are standing outside Nny's demolished house, where a Mr. Sasma the size of to elephants stacked upon one another is standing, a bit confused.**
Nny: My... house...
D.Cat: wee! He hath stopped growing!....and stuff.
**Nny lunges at D.Cat and begins to violently strangle her to death**
Nny: YOU **squeeze** LITTLE **squeeze** PIECE **squeeze** OF **squeeze** FELINE **squeeze** SHIT!
Reverend MEAT: ... I think he's mad.
D.Cat: **turning purple** NEEOOORRGHHH! **phases out**
Nny: **now holding empty air** Where'd she go!?
D.Cat: I'm right here!
**Nny turns around to find D.Cat in the classic cat position: up a tree**
Nny: Come down here!
D.Cat: Nope. Just listen, I can't talk to you while you're trying to kill me.
Nny: **folds his arms and glares up at her** What?
D.Cat: ^.^ Awww! He's so cute when he's mad!
Nny: YAARARGH! **grabs a knife and prepares to throw**
D.Cat: WAIT, WAIT!!! Listen. I am the Almighty Author here, right?
Reverend MEAT: Unfortunately, yes.
D.Cat: Well, I'll just restore your house when we're done!
Nny: Done with what?
D.Cat: Da fic! Of course...
Nny: Well, what do you propose we do, then?
D.Cat: **jumps down** I say, we gather an armada of purple saber-toothed lemmings, train them in the ways of martial arts, and then TAKE OVER THE NATION'S CAPITAL! KWAAAHAHAHAAAA!
Reverend MEAT: You laugh like Black Waltz.
Nny: O o Diabolical kitties are scary. **points at D.Cat** EVIL CATTISH BEAST!
D.Cat: I'm not evil! Look at this face! **points to herself** Do I look evil to you?
Nny and MEAT: ...
D.Cat: ...Dun answer that.
Nny and MEAT: YES!
D.Cat: **twitch**
Mr. Sasma: Um, 'scuse me, but there's still this issue of me. What am I supposed to do!?
D.Cat: Oh, that's easy. You're a giant, mutilated radioactive insect.
Mr. Sasma: I'm not radioactive...
D.Cat: **waves her paws around** Same difference. You need to demolish a city! **twitches** demolishing is something I do best...
Mr. Sasma: But... where?
D.Cat: I know... THE BRITHPLACE OF DA BLUES! Yesh, I mean... my beautiful, rat-infested, crime-ridden birthplace, Memphis, Tennessee. WEEE!
Nny: Why Memphis? If you were born there, wouldn't you want to save it?
D.Cat: Maybe, but the fact remains that Memphis is the single most boring place on the planet. Nothing happens there! It was only in a few movies... but I love it dearly. Mr. Sasma will bring some excitement! ^.^ I wonder what's going on, right now...
---Downtown Memphis---
**building crash, people scream, and helicopters... uhh... helicopt, as Godzilla and a Giant Gingerbread Man duke it out over by the Peabody**
Random person #1: **horribly dubbed** Ahh! Godzilla!
Random Person #2: **also dubbed in a most horrid manner** And a Giant Gingerbread Man!
Random Person #3: **see: Random Persons #1-2**Wait a second... we're speaking English.
Random Persons #1 & 2 : Yeah?
Random Person #3: Well, why are we dubbed?
Random Persons #1, 2, & 3: ...
Random person #1: AHHH! Godzilla!
**and so on, and so forth**
---Nny's House---
D.Cat: Of course, with my luck, something's probably happening right now. Like a bank robbery... or something.
Reverend MEAT: That doesn't answer our problem.
D.Cat: **snaps her fingers and performs a somersault** I GOTS IT!
Nny: I didn't know you could do that!
D.Cat: **blinka blink** Do what?
Nny: Flip like that! It was neat.
D.Cat: ...why so nice? **back away, glaring suspiciously**
Nny: **smug grin** You'll never know.
D.Cat: O.o
Reverend MEAT: What did you get? Huh?
D.Cat: Oh, Yeah. We'll send him to eat Cincinnati! ^.^
Nny: ...huh?
D.Cat: Like the song! Yanno,
I must offer to you a confession,
I like movies that give me a fright.
If the subject is horror,
I've got to have more or,
I won't be contented all night!
Nny: **raises brow** Uh-huuuhh... right, So how are we supposed to get to Cincinnati?
D.Cat: **grins and snaps fingers**
** a bus driven by... uhh... some person speeds around the corner. Hee. It's blue.**
Busdriver: **waves** Hiya Demo!
Nny: Demo?
D.Cat: That's what mah friends call me. Hey thar, Bill!
Bill: Where to?
D.Cat: Aren't we gonna get in first?
Bill: Oh, right.
**Nny walks it, carrying Reverend MEAT. Mr Sasma jumps on top of the bus, and D.Cat also climbs in**
D.Cat: We're heading for Cincinnati!
Bill: Okee-dokee. **shuts the door and the bus speeds off**
Nny: **leans over to D.Cat and whispers** Who's this 'Bill'?
D.Cat: He's an ex-hobo. He really can't drive, but I can't afford to hire a driver.
**SWERVE!**
Nny: Gahck! **holds onto his chair** Stop this bus!
Bill: But we aren't at Cincinnati yet!
Nny: **glares at D.Cat** Stop. This. Bus. NOW!
D.Cat: o.o Bill, can we stop?
**Bill stops, everyone falls into the aisles, and Mr. Sasma goes flying of the roof**
---Time passes---
**Nny's driving, and Mr. Sasma is back on top of the roof. Reverend MEAT and D.Cat are siting in the front seat**
D.Cat and MEAT: 602,583, 011 bottles of beer on the wall, 602,583,011 bottles of beeer! Take one down, pass it around, 602,583,010 bottles of beer on the wall!
Nny: Could you two please sing something else?!
D.Cat: But that's the only song Reverend MEAT knows!
Nny: **twitch** Then be quiet.
D.Cat: What did you do with Bill, anyway?
**Somewhere in Colorado**
Bill: ..and then the guy pulls a knife on me and demands I surrender the bus. **sighs** I had no choice.
Hobo #1: Eh, we feel for ya, brothah.
**The train speeds on. Back at the bus**
Nny: **smirks** Where he belongs.
D.Cat: **sits back** Okee. I know a perfect song, anyway.
Nny: - -; Lemme guess...
D.Cat: You may call it my ghoulish obsession,
It's a subject on which I get chatty.
But the worst one it seems,
Haunting all of my dreams,
Was the cockroach that ate Cincinnati!
Nny: Shut up. Where's Cincinnati, anyway?
D.Cat: ^.^ I have no idea.
Reverend MEAT: We should stop and ask directions.
Nny: How about a map? It could be all the way across the United Sates, for all we know.
D.Cat: I've seen ghouls and hobgoblins and witches,
And some moth-eaten werewolves with fangs.
There were creatures that chattered,
And others that clattered,
And some Japanese monsters with fangs! **jumps up** Ah-So!
Nny: What's with you and that song!? STOPPIT!
D.Cat: I cannae help it! It sticks to my head like dead armadillo to left rear tire!
**SCREEEEECH**
Nny: How long has that been there!?
D.Cat: ^.^;;
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Note: Eeee! That's it for part two. Three shall be the last. Hee. Sheeya!
