"Alright guy's," Sharon said opening the door. "You all ready?"
"What?" George asked, his newspaper rolled up and held like a pistol.
Keith slowly lowered his arms from their protective stance. "Who…?
"Honestly George," she continued. "Don't egg them on. No comments from you Keith, it was supposed to be pronounced like that."
"It's not egg!" Keith yelled stomping his foot sending a flurry of glitter around him.
Sharon gave him an odd look. "Alright then… on stage in three." She said closing the door behind her.
"Is that…glitter?" asked Paul stifling a laugh.
"I was Bowie," he said matter-of-factly. "Of course there's glitter!"
"Oh, pew, Ryan," said Damian curled up next to George once again and holding his game. "You reek!"
"Well I was in an intergalactic garbage chute."
"…a what?" Paul, Keith and Damian asked all at once.
"Poor deprived little child. We must educate you in the ways of Star Wars." Sam said as she walked in with Kayley in tow.
"No!" Paul all but yelled. "No more movies. Ever."
"You're alive!" Keith cried throwing his arms around her as she rolled her eyes.
"The Beast LIKED me," Kayley responded. "It's you he tried to kill."
"I was trying to rescue you!"
"No," Damian remarked. "You were dancing and trying to get back to your 'castle'."
"Well…I WOULD have rescued her… eventually."
"My hero." His girlfriend scoffed.
"What kind of security do we have? They let a 5-foot fangirl back here." Paul said
"5'1 and a half and you know it!" Kayley yelled. "I saved your life!" she put on a false southern accent.
"No 'ya didn't." Keith replied
"Anybody want a peanut?" Kayley quoted.
"No more rhymes now I mean it!" Sam quoted back.
"No more movies!" George yelled.
THE END