Chapter two is well, MORE OUT OF CHARACTER. (Screams and runs off, squeeking Doomy)
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Scene (and chapter) numero DOS
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Nny: (turns off TV) Assholes.
*doorbell rings*
Nny: Woohoo! People to... kill!
Devi: (bangs on door) Open up! I crave-
Nny: (opens door) Devi! Peanuts! WHY are you HERE?!
Devi: 'Cuz (pushes Nny aside) Anything on TV?
Nny: Umm... No?
Devi: (turning on TV) Okieee then.
Nny: So.. Um... Weren't you afraid of me?!
Devi: Yes, I still are! But... THERE'S A SQUIRREL ON YOUR HEAD!
Nny: Wha?!
Devi: (jumps up off couch) Woo! Just joshing 'ya, man! Now, as I was saying-
Nny: Saying?! WHEN?!
Devi: -I WAS SAYING... I crave crazy stick-figure-like monkey sex!
Nny: Really? What a co-inkey-dink!
Devi: You! (conjures whip out of nowhere) Down on the ground!
*'Let the Bodies Hit the Floor' starts playing*
Nny: Okiee! (drops)
*flash forward... 15(?) minutes (...sure...)*
Nailbunny: (hovering in) Holy shit and stuff!
Nny: Nailbunny! It's not what it looks like!
Nailbunny: ...
Nny: It's better!
Devi: (giggles)
*flash forward... another 15 minutes*
Devi: (pulling another Cuban Cigar out of her coat poket) Whew! That was GREAT!
Nny: (digging in cupboards) SkettiOs!
Nailbunny: (groans) I can't believe you two! (passes out from smoke)
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Woo! We're still having fun! I need a new title! Anyways... You've just read another fan-fic by a still Bi-Polar, 6' 9" tall, 95 pound, 15-year-old teenager, FEEL HONOR-d, again!!! Anyways, I'm off to write chapter THREE! 'Tis about Nny, Squee, Storm, Devi, Tenna, and that damn BrainFreezy sales-dude-guy-man! Woo. Just read and flame and re-read and review and schtuff, AGAIN! ~Me! (Storm Johnson)
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Scene (and chapter) numero DOS
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Nny: (turns off TV) Assholes.
*doorbell rings*
Nny: Woohoo! People to... kill!
Devi: (bangs on door) Open up! I crave-
Nny: (opens door) Devi! Peanuts! WHY are you HERE?!
Devi: 'Cuz (pushes Nny aside) Anything on TV?
Nny: Umm... No?
Devi: (turning on TV) Okieee then.
Nny: So.. Um... Weren't you afraid of me?!
Devi: Yes, I still are! But... THERE'S A SQUIRREL ON YOUR HEAD!
Nny: Wha?!
Devi: (jumps up off couch) Woo! Just joshing 'ya, man! Now, as I was saying-
Nny: Saying?! WHEN?!
Devi: -I WAS SAYING... I crave crazy stick-figure-like monkey sex!
Nny: Really? What a co-inkey-dink!
Devi: You! (conjures whip out of nowhere) Down on the ground!
*'Let the Bodies Hit the Floor' starts playing*
Nny: Okiee! (drops)
*flash forward... 15(?) minutes (...sure...)*
Nailbunny: (hovering in) Holy shit and stuff!
Nny: Nailbunny! It's not what it looks like!
Nailbunny: ...
Nny: It's better!
Devi: (giggles)
*flash forward... another 15 minutes*
Devi: (pulling another Cuban Cigar out of her coat poket) Whew! That was GREAT!
Nny: (digging in cupboards) SkettiOs!
Nailbunny: (groans) I can't believe you two! (passes out from smoke)
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Woo! We're still having fun! I need a new title! Anyways... You've just read another fan-fic by a still Bi-Polar, 6' 9" tall, 95 pound, 15-year-old teenager, FEEL HONOR-d, again!!! Anyways, I'm off to write chapter THREE! 'Tis about Nny, Squee, Storm, Devi, Tenna, and that damn BrainFreezy sales-dude-guy-man! Woo. Just read and flame and re-read and review and schtuff, AGAIN! ~Me! (Storm Johnson)