Catching Fire parody Part 4
Reunion
Timmy slowly turns towards me slowly. My mouth forms a smile instantly. We stand there looking at each other for a long time. Peeta finally says, "Oh great, first I got to put up with Gale Hotness and now this piece of chiz!" I slap myself in the face finally, "Timmy, is that really you?" I ask. He looks down at himself, "I doubt it." I run to him and twirl him around in the air. But then the train lurches and he's flung out the door! I rush to him. He's laying on the ground with a spear in his stomach. "How'd that get there?" I ask. "Doesn't matter, did you blow up the food?" he asks. "Where have I heard that before?" I ask. "You have to win!" he says. "Hmmmmm, I have a serious case of memory repeat!" I say. Then he lowers his head and dies…..for the second time now. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" I scream. I feel an annoying hand on my shoulder, "It's ok Katniss! You have me," says Peeta. I spin around, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I scream and tackle him! He shrieks as I rip his heart out and eat it! "Ha! This isn't the Hunger Games so eating your victim isn't illegal!" I shout. Then once again I'm knocked out!
Ok, now Imma be honest here. The next person who tries to knock me out is gonna get some! I'm serious! The next person who walks in this room is gonna get Katnissiated! A small little child walks in with a tray of food. I tackle him and lock him in the closet! He doesn't scream so I guess he's an Avox or something. I look behind me and see that Peeta is in a hospital bed next to me. He has a glowing thing on his chest. Hey he's iron man! I walk over and try and rip it out of him but Haymitch restrains me! "Let go you freak! I am a member of the WWW!" I scream. He gasps, "The White Washed Willows!" I nod. He runs out of the room. Peeta regains consciousness, "Oh, I don't feel so hot," he moans. "You've never been hot," I say kicking the closet door. Peeta looks down at his glowing attachment, "Wow, that's definitely new." I roll my eyes, "If it weren't for these high tech doctors you'd be dead!" I say. "Sometimes my desert talks to me," he replies straight faced. That explains a lot. Sometimes Peeta, at dinner, will just stare at his food, occasionally look up, and then take a bite without using his hands. I rub my temples, "I'm leaving!" I walk out into the hall way and punch the first doctor I see, "Ha! You suck!" I scream then run away.
I know this was short…..like really short…but if anything this should teach you a lesson about chiz! So….yea! Shank yas!