Me: Hello, people. Iggy, say hi.
Iggy: Hi.
Me: Um…well, I'm just filling in this space here before I'm cut off by a special news bulletin. Not that I'm aware that it will happen, nor do I know wh--
-news theme music plays-
Me: -sitting at a news desk with Iggy- We interrupt this chapter of Skittles' Poetry Corner with an important news bulletin.
Iggy: Kara, Vera and Skittles say 'hi' to M.G.'s friend Mack.
Me: No! Gosh, Iggy, now where's our top story for the 6 o' clock news?!
Iggy: Oh, my bad.
Me: -sigh- Anyway, we're here to tell you about the newest virus that's sweeping the nation!
Iggy: We all suffer from it's creation.
Me: Whether your young or weak,
Iggy: Or standing by a creek,
Me: The llama flu will surely wreak,
Iggy: Havoc on your immune system.
Me: Hey, this is still Poetry Corner…
Iggy: Anyway, why don't we go to Embry in the field.
Me: Yes, let's, hello, Embry, how are you?
-camera moves to Embry in front of a picture of a flower field-
Embry: -after the ten minute lag you always see on the news where the person has no clue what the other person is saying, or at least it seems like that but really it's just...okay, never mind, you know what I mean- Hello Skittles, Iggy. I'm here to tell you, the citizens of America and all those other country type places, what you can do to make sure you don't catch the llama flu. Or ECD. Whatever floats your boat.
First, some of the symptoms of the llama flu are:
-fever
-runny or stuffy nose
-coughing
-sneezing
-the need to write random fanfiction
-obsession with children that have wings
-fetish with night quills
-LLDD, Look Like Death Disorder
and
-joining fansites for other fanfiction authors
Some ways to prevent catching this are:
-bathe in hand sanitizer or germ-x
-drink orange juice
-read fanfictions about the flock being HEALTHY, not sick.
-sue the Gatorade company
-don't do drugs, give hugs!
-don't put in random St. Fang of Boredom fanfiction references in random places
-say Irish wristwatch five times fast
-without messing up.
Back to you in the studio Skits and Ig.
-camera goes back to me and Iggy-
Me: Thank you Embry.
Embry: -off screen- Will you let me go now?
Me: No. Okay. Now we'll go back to your programmed show. Type thing. Yeah, just cut! Ava! Camera chick! CUT!
Ava: OH! -cuts off camera-
-back in Poetry Corner-
Me: And that is why the sky is blue in poem form.
Iggy: o.O
Me: Don't you love 7th grade science teachers that get off subject? Next week we'll talk about how blue isn't really blue.
Iggy: O.o
Me: Bye for now!