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Chapter 49 (SFAH & Questions Only):
SonicMX: Oh no...I gave you ammo for the 'I KNEW IT's again. Still always funny.
Chapter 50 (WAYTTS & Scene to Rap):
SonicMX: I thought it was a nice touch
Chapter 51 (Hoedown):
Nate: I only came up with Shadow's. The rest were from an episode of the old show.
Xerzo: Glad it was funny, and yes. Yes she did.
SonicMX: ...WHAT HAS SCIENCE DONE? WE ARE SCREWED!
The Whose Line stage lights flicked on as the SEGA Crew walked onstage. Kronic walked up to meet them.
"Hey guys, what can I do for ya?" Kronic said happily.
"You can tell us which of us get tortured tonight." Shadow said.
"Yeah, let's get this over with." Sonic said, frustrated.
"Oh, I'm sorry, thought you guys got the memo. We already have tonight's show taken care of, you guys aren't need tonight. You're welcome to stay and watch free of charge though."
"Wait. If we aren't performing, who IS doing the show tonight?" Tails asked, summing up what they were all thinking."
"Simple! It's...where are they?"
"We're right here Kronic!" as a voice as Nate the Werehog, Max the Fox, and Starr the Hedgehog walked onstage. (For bios, refer to earlier chapters.)
"Right, it's these guys and me!"
"Okay...who's hosting?" Amy asked.
"Now that I don't know, the author said he'd booked someone."
"Hey, sorry I'm late guys!" Came another voice, but from above this time.
"Who's there?" Down from the rafters dropped...
Draco the Dragon
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Scale Color: Charcoal Black with blood red claws. His wings are red with black wing membrane.
Eye Color: Amber
Hair: Brown. Very messy, almost never combed.
Outfit: Simple red shorts, a gray no-sleeved shirt, brown hiking boots and a beat-up black Casio wristwatch.
Personality: Quite, withdrawn, nonsocial, and INSANE!
Handicaps: Extreme bipolar and depression.
(For reference, Draco is based on me. Kronic is what I wish I could be...:(...)
"Who are you, kid?" Kronic said.
"It's sad how quick you forgot your creator's face."
"You're the author?" Max asked.
"Yeah, who'd you expect?"
"I don't know, but..."
"Your argument is now invalid, shut up." I said.
"Fine..."
"Anyways Kronic, I'll be hosting tonight."
"Alright then, let's roll the show!"
"Good evening everybody, welcome to Whose Line is it Anyways! On tonight's show, the good, Nate! The bad, Max! The ugly, Kronic! And, Miss Kitty, Starr! I am your host, Draco the Dragon, come on down and we'll get things started!" I ran to the stage and jumped in the chair.
"Hello and welcome to Whose Line is it Anyways, show where everything's made up and the points don't matter. That's right, the points don't matter, just like when I say 'I love you' and I'm drunk."
"NO!" Kronic screamed, then started to fake cry.
"Sorry you had to hear it that way, but we must move on to the first game called Questions Only for all for of you. All you do is act out a scene speaking only in questions, Kronic and Starr start us off. The scene isA normal day in Hell."
"Can we even do that? What about the censors?" Kronic asked me.
"I AM the censor. I say why the hell not? So, take it away!"
"Where am I?" Starr asked, starting us off.
"Can't you tell you're in Hell?"
"Did you rhyme on purpose?"
"Does it matter?"
"What are you here for?"
"Don't you recognize I'm a demon?"
"Who were you originally?"
"Can't you see I'm Michael Jackson?" Starr walked offstage and was replaced by Nate as Kronic did the moonwalk.
"Are you the Devil?"
"Can't you see I'm his son?"
"What's your name?"
"...I don't know..." Kronic was buzzed off and replaced by Max.
"Can I speak to Satan?"
"Why?"
"Don't you see I'm on a mission?"
"What mission?"
"Didn't he tell you?"
"What is it?"
"Didn't you hear I was to hunt down an escaped soul?"
"Who?"
"Bill Clinton!" He walked off with pride, and was replaced with Kronic.
"What's with all the celebrity references?"
"What's with the horns?"
"You do know we're in hell, right?"
"No, I thought we were in Santa Anna." I buzzed the game over.
"Alright, 1,000 points to everybody except Kronic, you get 2,000 for the Michael Jackson thing."
"As long as his fan base doesn't kill us during the commercial break."
"Yeah, better hope they don't slip on stage somehow." I said with an evil grin.
"$20 bucks says Draco lets a few slip on stage." Max said. Kronic gulped.
"Right, we'll be back to more Whose Line is it Anyways right after this! Don't go anywhere!"
Notes:
1. Yes, I HATE Michael Jackson.
2. The Santa Anna reference...see if you can guess. The clue is dummy.
3. Yes, I'm trying to find references that stump people. :)
