Okay so, without much deliberation xD I have decided that yes! The OC's are open! And the count is on the profile, check if you want to submit while spots are open!

Here is MissSerendipity1235's OC, Georgia.

Once again, no offense intended, this is all in good fun!

OC's mentioned: NY:FlyPandaBear.

I enjoy picking on her too much.

Also, Tobuscus is not owned because he is a person. An awesome person, but not one that can be owned. People aren't owned. Dane Cook is also not owned by me nor his material.

Enjoy!

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10. Georgia

WHEEW!

Chicken Tenders. . .

"I'd like to report if ya'll don't mind?"

The state that stood next had a twanging accent that was reminiscent of every possible Southern stereotype one could ever imagine. With black hair tied in a bun, brown eyes, and a crop top and jeans with cowboy boots - Georgia - stood and addressed her fellow states.

"Alright so, the fried chicken is good, the Kool-aid is fresh as are the peaches, McDonald's and Burger King are still having a turf war, and the ghetto is under control, thanks to our hospitality." Georgia smiled, head tipped to the side. "And WHEEEW!" A Tobuscus like screech carried through the room, "It's been a good year!" she finished with an even bigger smile.

"Shame about the turf war though."

"That it is America, that it is. Though the problems in both places are the same. Some guy who yells like Chewbacca and makes ears bleed, some woman who speaks too quietly and orders Chicken Tenders. . ."

"What's so wrong with that?"

"She wanted sweet sauce."

"And?"

"All over her body."

America coughed, "Well I can see where that would be a problem. . . Oh! That's the lady who orders pickles!"

Georgia snapped her fingers and nodded, "Yeah, she's notorious to Burger King! Watch out!"

"Alright Georgia, you done with the report?"

"Yep! After I give everyone a nice glass of Kool-aid! HIT IT!"

Everybody was happy to hear the Kool-aid was coming and they'd get a chance to have some food because the meeting was taking forever, but they did not expect some giant pitcher of fruit punch in tights' to bust the back wall down.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah!"

America looked disgruntled, "Oh no! You fix that wall before Canada comes over for the Border security meeting! He's going to beat me with a bottle of maple syrup, he's not going to believe a giant bowl of punch came through here."

Kool-aid man waddled up to America, as America kept going. "You think coming through the wall is real freaking cool! Coming through the door is cool!" The drink reached out to him. "Don't touch me you drink! Don't touch me you giant beverage! You are sweating or condensing, I will kick you in the tights and you will go down you are very top heavy."

Kool-aid man titled his open-dumb head to the side, dumping a liter of himself all over the poor unfortunate NY who sat there. "Oh yeah?" he asked America. America nodded, and then jabbed his index finger towards the door. "Naughty naughty Kool-aid, out!" Kool-aid bowed his head in shame, getting the rest of the red strong smelling tropical punch all over America and then he tottered out the door.

America cleaned off his glasses by Kleenex and sneezed, "BLESS YOUR FACE. IF YOU SNEEZED WHILE A GIANT KOOL-AID MAN WAS DOWSING YOU WITH HIS HEAD JUICE, BLESS YOU. PEACE OFF!" someone shouted, and America sighed. "Georgia, you pick who goes next. If you promise me no more Kool-aid man."

"Yessir!"

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LOL this is one of my favorite chapters. . . xD