Does anyone else think Hugh Jackman is probably the most attractive guy in the universe?
Thanks as always:
I'mNotCrazy.I'mInsaneIsTooLazy: Pfft, okay I get it know. I'm like, 'To login? Kay…that's cool…' Then I saw who it was from. *facepalm* Potato room? I don't…I just…okay. I soooooo told you. I like the Literals and the Hot Symphonies *snorts* Heh, I'm thinking about getting my Motorcyclist('s?) License, but alas! I don't know anyone with a motorcycle!
Sweeney4ever: Okay. I'm sorry, I'm tired. I have nothing else to say.
Sweeney4ever x2: Kayp! HE'S THEEEEEEERE THE PHAAAAAAANTOM OF THE OPERA.
CoolPerson: Yuppers.
MahFrehndsArShinee: *sees how long review is* Ho, crap…I know, I know…I just realized how dirty it was after I read it, but of course I didn't edit anything out cuz where's the fun in that? I would suggest either watching the 2004 movie (that's what I saw first. It has Gerard Butler as the Phantom XD), but nothing can't beat the 25th Anniversary performance with Ramin Karimloo and Sierra Boggess. It's pretty much the best version out there. I'm not joking. I watch it over and over (which is kinda bad, cuz it's almost three hours long O.o). Rotfl, nerd voice…I can just imagine…wull, you have a nice day as well!
P.S: I really do love your long reviews. It gives me someone to talk to when Brooke won't text me back for three hours. And when she eventually does I've moved on and can't remember what I was gonna tell her in the first place.
Ho, crap…first I had Nyan Cat stuck in my head, then Keyboard Cat, and now HEYYAAYAAYEEAAH. I HATE MY LIFE.
No poll this chapter, but only because I'm going to be having a contest! The rules will be posted shortly as a new chapter, so stay tuned after these messages!
Okay Micky…*looks at Author's Note*…you gotta make your chapter REALLY long (that's what she said XD) and your end A/N REALLY short. B*TCH! I have been watching WAAAAAAAY too much Smosh.
Oh, small warning...smuttish waters be ahead.
Narrator: When we last saw our attractive and charismatic duo—
Brooke: Wally doesn't count cuz he's a ginger and isn't attractive or charismatic.
Micky: Oooooooooh!
Wally: *forever alone*
Narrator: *ahem*
Brooke: Sorry.
Narrator: Now, as I was monologing…we left our exceptionally good-looking heroines just as the lovely Michaela came trotting back into the dusty room from the wood-carved banister outside, looking thoroughly distressed. She held up a hand to her head and seemed as though she would faint. Teetering in a small circle, the illustrious Michaela collapsed in a heap at the feet of her beau, Wallace Rudolph West.
Brooke: *snort*
Narrator: Wallace reached out, then pulled back his hand just before he could lay a finger on his precious Michaela's forehead, which was covered with a light coat of perspiration. He gazed longingly down at Michaela's closed eyes, wondering if they would never open once more. Oh, how he longed to see those gorgeous shining gray orbs stare back into his emerald ones, how he longed to kiss away her pain as if he could mend her broken heart, how he longed to tear her clothes off of her person and ravish her for all of eternity…
Micky: . . .
Wally: . . .
Brooke: *chokes a little on drink* Pffffft, yeah, that's rich.
Narrator: Meanwhile, in another corner of the gloomy room, an envious friend sat glaring at her counterpart. Brooklyn raped Wally with her eyes and wished desperately that he would throw her against the wall and take her ferociously. To feel his lips bite at her eager nipples, and to feel his hardened pe—
Brooke: *does a fabulous spit-take*
Micky: WHAT?
Wally: …Geez, next stop, Violation Station…
Narrator: —inside her womanly folds. She wished for him to fill her and spill his essence into her as she screamed his name wantonly. She wanted to claw at his back as she found her release, only to find her passion reignited and ride him for all he was worth and—
Micky: HOKAY, I THINK THAT'S ENOUGH.
Narrator: What's enough?
Wally: *brain is fizzling, collapses*
Brooke: *retching on the ground* I thought you said this person was a good narrator!
Micky: Well, he started out that way…
Narrator: I'm a girl.
Micky: Oh. Well, things were goin' good until you decided to change this parody into a porno. Freak…
Narrator: BROOKE BELONGS WITH WALLY!
Micky: . . .
Wally: Hwaaaah?
Brooke: Say what in the butt?
Narrator: *rips off 'Narrator' sign on her chest to reveal a t-shirt*
Brooke: Sh*t. A fangirl.
Micky: *reads* 'Walke 4EVAH'? Whattehcrap is 'Walke'?
Narrator: Duh, Wally and Brooke.
Brooke: *pukes up a butt-load of meat-pie residue*
Wally: When did you eat more meat-pies?
Brooke: *glances at Wally and pukes up another butt-load*
Wally: Wow, thanks, author!Micky. Love you, too.
(A/N: DID YOU HEAR THAT? HE SAID HE LOVED ME!)
Wally: Ho, crap.
Micky: *to Narrator* Just leave.
Narrator: WALLY, MARRY BROOKE! SHE'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER, I PROMISE! And you know, if that doesn't work out, I'm always available for you to release your carnal desires on and—
Micky: GET OUT.
Narrator: *scurries away*
Micky, Brooke, and Wally: . . .
Micky: *grabs Wally's shirt and kisses him*
Wally: . . .
Brooke: Ho, d*mn.
Narrator: *distantly* NOOOOOOOOOO!
Micky: *releases Wally and stalks away* You're mine, not Brooke's.
Wally and Brooke: . . .
Micky: AUTHOR!MICKY, GET OUT OF THIS FORMAT RIGHT NOW!
(A/N: Yes ma'am! *salutes*)
Micky glanced up at the previous segment of this chapter and rolled her eyes, realizing something.
"Author!Micky, you moron, you just wrote about three pages of crap that doesn't even pertain to the story."
(A/N: Well, I… *glances up* Oh…dang.)
Rolling her eyes, Micky glanced at Sweeney, who in the midst of the entire incident, stood fuming and glaring at the people outside. Mrs. Lovett suddenly appeared rolling pin in hand and ready to swing. She took one look at Sweeney and she immediately dropped the weapon and stepped over to him.
"Wot 'appened? I saw the two loonies fall down the stairs, so I came up. I was jus' makin' us a lovely cat sou- I mean, carrot soup, and I-"
"I had him." Mrs. Lovett rolled her eyes and nodded wearily. "I know, I jus' toldja tha' I saw 'em tumble down. Gave me a 'eart-attack, it did!"
Sweeney turned around furiously and shrieked, "NO, I HAD HIM!" Turning back to the window, he muttered, "His throat was bare beneath my hand…"
Wally popped in and nervously laughed, "Calm down…"
Micky interceded again, throwing her hands in the air and screaming in frustration. She slapped Wally on the face and backed him up against the wall. Everyone's reactions are as follows:
Brooke O.o
Wally DX
Sweeney -.-
Mrs. Lovett :O
Turpin XD
(A/N: GET OUTTA HERE NO ONE LIKES YOU.)
Turpin *forever alone*
Micky yelled, "EVER SINCE YOU GOT HERE THINGS HAVE GOTTEN ALL WEIRD AND FRICK'D UP. YOU'VE BLINDED AUTHOR!MICKY WITH YOUR GINGER-FIED CHARMS AND NOW LOOK AT THIS STORY! JUST GET LOST! YOU CAN COME BACK WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE! NOW JUST VIBRATE BACK TO CENTRAL CITY AND SAVE YOUR COMIC WORLD, GOT IT?"
Wally, without a word, dejectedly vibrated himself faster and faster before disappearing.
I hope you're as confused as I am. Murray has officially taken over.
One last word of wisdom...
Say Hugh Jass out loud.
I dare you.
~MickyinBoots