OK, I'm really sorry, but the real chapter was really short so there was less to spoof up.
Disclaimer I don't own Angel.
Chapter 7
Narrator: When Vanderdecken lost the bet, he pretty much lost his entire life.
Author: Damn it! This is only four pages, I can't work with this!
Narrator: Not my problem, I'm just the Narrator.
Neb: Galley go BOOM!
Denmark: Neb's brain cells go Boom!
Neb: …
Den: Neb?
Narrator: Holy crap! The explosion made him go mute!
Author: But he just a moment ago.
Narrator: Don't ruin this for me!
Angel: Ahem.
Everyone: (Turns)
Angel: Behold my shininess!
Everyone: Gasp!
Vanderdecken: Drunken gasp!
Me: The Angel is a Lawyer?
Narrator: At that moment the Angel hands Vanderdecken a business card. (Looks at the Author) Why is the Angel a six year old?
Angel: Seven.
Narrator: Uh, seven year old.
Author: Haven't you ever read Maximum Ride?
Narrator: ...You didn't…
Author: I thought you might not notice if the guest star was from a series you didn't know. One you couldn't push off the edge without being prosecuted.
Angel: I'm here representing Jack Sparrow. You lost the bet. Pay up.
Vanderdecken: I'm broke.
Angel: No matter! I curse you to sail the oceans of the world until Judgment day! (Using my awesome mutant bird freak powers)
Weather: Bad!
Wave: Crash!
Neb and Den: Washed overboard!
Me: Time to abandon ship. To the Studio Box!
Narrator: Get your own Studio Box! (Narrator and Author run into the SB)
Me: Damn it!
Petros: I'm alive!
Me: Undead. There's a difference.
Sindh: SQUEEK!
Jamil: Woof!
Me: WTF WHY WOOF?
Scraggs: Sucks to be us.
Me: Sucks to be you. There's a ship full of rum somewhere around here. See Yea! (Jumps overboad)
Alright, bad news. Really bad news. Because my next project is finally finished, this story will be put on Hiatus for the Summer and most likely some of Fall. If I do post something, you'll be very lucky. I will be continuing this story to the end, but but for the next few months this story will not be on the top of my priority list.