All righty! I'm FINALLY updating the spoofs! Woot! XD Y'know, I've been thinking...and PokePharaoh already knows this...Since I lost my 'Greatest Thrust-Bashing Fic Ever' thing, why don't I start off the celebration of my return and updating-ness with a Boxing Day spoof? And we all know who we wanna bash in this one...
Thrust: Don't you EVEN say it, you pathetic human!
Saria: Readers, viewers, and Thrust-hating people all around...GET 'EM!
Everyone: (run for Thrust)
Thrust: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! TT
Saria: BWAHAHAHAHAHA! (lightning background)
The disclaimer...I don't own anyone, only Saria. I WISH I owned Hot Shot, but he belongs to the creator of Transformers...
Misfitz: Yeah, you WISH you owned Hot Shot...heh heh...(evil gleam)
Hot Shot: Oh, for the love of Primus...
Misfitz: MINE! (glomps the crap out of Hot Shot)
Hot Shot: (can't breathe)(turning blue)
-Just so you know, the bold print are the actions taken. Whenever I post a story, asterisks never show up, so I'm gonna see how this works out.
Saria: BOXING DAY! BOXING DAY! BOXING DAAAAAAAAAAYY! Even though I don't give a flying fart in Cybertron about boxing...but oh well!
Hot Shot: watching a boxing-match marathon on TV Hey, Saria! C'mere for a sec, would ya?
Saria: Coming! sees boxing ...ew...You don't want me to watch, do you?
Hot Shot: Well of course! It is Boxing Day!
(After the five-hour marathon is over)
Saria: eye-twitch No...more...boxing...please...
Hot Shot: Oh yeah! That was awesome!
(A siren blares in the base)
Hot Shot: all dramatic Oh no! A mission! runs out
Saria: as they get to the mission site Oh, yuck, it's Conehead...
Conehead (...er, I mean Thrust): Surrender, Autobots! For today shall be your downfall!
Saria: ... wants to kill Thrust oh-so badly
Hot Shot: starts doing some boxing moves
(dramatic music of your choosing)
Some mystic voice: THRUST, YOU HAVE BEEN AN EXTREMELY ANNOYING CONEHEAD! AS PUNISHMENT, THERE SHALL BE AN INTERVENTION DURING YOUR REALLY COOL SHOWDOWN WITH THE AWESOME AUTOBOTS!
Thrust: ...ah, who the heck are you?
GUEST APPEARANCE!
Mike Tyson: pops outta nowhere and completely confused Yo, where am I?
Thrust: I-It's...! It's...!
Hot Shot: MIKE TYSON! Yo, what up dawg! goes to do a high-five
Tyson: Advise from a star, don't you ever do that again.
Hot Shot: backs away Sorry...
Saria: evil gleam THRUST IS NOW THE HOLIDAY IDIOT! ATTACK WE MUST! brings out a myriad of boxing gloves
Thrust: gulp
Tyson: drags conehead by the head I'll take care of this...
(plays the can-can while Thrust is brutally beaten, while you can still hear screams of pain and agony from Conehead)
Tyson: disappears
Saria n' Hot Shot: completely mortified at the sight of Thrust
Hot Shot: Oookay...who's up for smoothies?
Saria: ME. Right behind ya, Hot Shot...
Saria n' Hot Shot: run off
Well, alrighty then! That was a breath of fresh air! I hope you all didn't die from laughing too hard, cause I know I almost did...both writing it and reading it over again! XD Hah! Poor Hot Shot. By the way, the random mystic voice was Primus. I don't know how he got in here, but oh well! And the bold words look a little sloppy, so I'll use parenthesis next time! Not as good as my other fics in this series, but it'll get better. I have to get back into the habit of writing fics again. At least, ones I'd use for posting. All my other ones are just random.