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Author's Note: Well, here it is, Chapter 3!
~ Nonsense Is A Virtue! ~
Chapter 3 - I'm Possessed! I'm Possessed!
Sara: (Standing outside of a new crime. She sees Ian behind a gate.) Hey.
Ian/Irons: Hello. I'm going to kill you!
Sara: What?
Ian/Irons: I love you! No! I'm going to kill you! No! I love you!
Sara: (Shakes her head.) Whatever, Nottingham.
(The song Cry Little Sister starts playing.)
Sara: Why does this song always play when I'm talking to you?
Ian/Irons: I don't know. But, have you ever listened to the lyrics before?
Sara: Hmmm . . . do you think the writers are trying to point out something?
Ian/Irons: I don't know. (They look at each other.)
Ian/Irons & Sara: Are you my sibling?
Ian/Irons: Ewww . . . we're incestuous! (Starts running off!) MY SISTER IS IN LOVE WITH ME!!!!!!!!!! EWWWW!!!!!!!!!!
(Sara walks into her office and sees little potato heads on her desk.)
Sara: Ummm . . . Jake? Danny? Why are there miniature potato heads on my desk?
Jake: Oh, Danny and I have to go get our hair done and we need you to baby- sit them.
Danny: Then we have to go and pick up my daughter from basketball practice.
Jake: Hey, I thought you had a son?
Danny: I do.
Jake: But, you only have one kid.
Danny: Yeah . . . you're point?
Jake: But, you just said that we have to go pick up your daughter.
Danny: Yeah, she's at basketball practice.
Jake: But you have a son and only one kid?
Danny: Yeah.
Jake: But you have a daughter, too?
Danny: I only have one kid and it's a girl.
Jake: But you have a son?
Danny: YES!
(Dante walks in the office.)
Dante: Pez, how was last night?
Sara: You were there. You should know.
Dante: No I wasn't . . . (clears his throat) that was my twin brother remember.
Sara: Sure, whatever.
Dante: So . . . he was wondering if you would like to protect him again. He has more oysters. (Gives her a flirtatious smile.)
Sara: Oooh really? Those oysters were fantastic!
(Sara shows up at Gabriel's place.)
Sara: What can you tell me about black dragons?
Gabriel: How the hell am I supposed to know?
Sara: You're the one that knows all that myth and fairytale stuff.
Gabriel: I am?
Sara: Yeah.
Gabriel: Well . . . black dragons aren't as pretty as purple ones.
Sara: (Rolls her eyes.) Have you ever heard of the group black dragons?
Gabriel: Yeah, they're assassins, right?
Sara: Yeah, is there anything else?
Gabriel: Oh, before they kill their target they fix the person's hair, or something like that. They think that people should have pretty hair when they die.
Sara: Oh . . .
(Sara is about to walk inside a beauty salon.)
Ian: (Grabs her before she walks in.) Sara, don't go in there.
Sara: I need my hair done, though.
Ian: Yeah you do . . . you need to learn how to take better care of it. See look at my hair. Notice how it lightly bounces off of my head, and shines when in light hits it. With just the right stuff you can do that with your hair.
Sara: (Giggling.) Oh Ian, stop it! My hair could never look as good as yours.
Ian: Yeah, you're right.
Sara: (Gives a serious look.) I thought you were going to stop me from going inside.
Ian: Oh yeah. Sara, you can't go in there because I was momentarily possessed by Irons and gave an order for your death.
Sara: You put a hit out on me?
Ian: I'm sorry. Forgive me?
Sara: Of course I will, I love you.
Ian: Ewww . . . you're my sister!
Sara: So . . . we can still get married.
Ian: No we can't! It's illegal, you're a cop you should know that.
Sara: Not in the south it isn't. (Gives him a wink.)
(Ian runs a way.)
(Sara walks inside the salon.)
Moby: (Appears, wearing a short muscle shirt, baggy pants, and earrings in his ears.) Oooh, girlfriend you have to let me work on that hair.
Sara: I don't know it will be a challenge.
Moby: No sweat, girlfriend. (Sits her into a chair. He fixes her hair, turns up looking the same as it did before.) See girlfriend, do you see how that looks so much better.
Sara: Wow! How did you do that?
Ian: (Walks in.) You're not going to kill her!
Moby: Oh yeah!
Moby and Ian interlock their hands. They try pushing each other down.
Moby: I'm not giving up!
Ian: Neither am I!
After a minute goes by they let go of each other breathing hard.
Moby: This is too much.
Ian: Tell me about it.
Moby: You wanna go and get some ice cream.
Ian: Yeah.
Sara: Hey, I thought you were going to kill eachother.
Moby: What planet did you come from, girlfriend. Me kill someone? (Starts laughing.) Like I would ever do that.
Next week on Witchblade: "Hey, I'm Irish! Do I sound Irish?"
Author's Note: Well . . . this isn't very funny. Actually in my opinion, it isn't funny at all.
FEEDBACK: I would love it!
ARCHIVE: Sure, would love it. Just let me know first!
Author's Note: Well, here it is, Chapter 3!
~ Nonsense Is A Virtue! ~
Chapter 3 - I'm Possessed! I'm Possessed!
Sara: (Standing outside of a new crime. She sees Ian behind a gate.) Hey.
Ian/Irons: Hello. I'm going to kill you!
Sara: What?
Ian/Irons: I love you! No! I'm going to kill you! No! I love you!
Sara: (Shakes her head.) Whatever, Nottingham.
(The song Cry Little Sister starts playing.)
Sara: Why does this song always play when I'm talking to you?
Ian/Irons: I don't know. But, have you ever listened to the lyrics before?
Sara: Hmmm . . . do you think the writers are trying to point out something?
Ian/Irons: I don't know. (They look at each other.)
Ian/Irons & Sara: Are you my sibling?
Ian/Irons: Ewww . . . we're incestuous! (Starts running off!) MY SISTER IS IN LOVE WITH ME!!!!!!!!!! EWWWW!!!!!!!!!!
(Sara walks into her office and sees little potato heads on her desk.)
Sara: Ummm . . . Jake? Danny? Why are there miniature potato heads on my desk?
Jake: Oh, Danny and I have to go get our hair done and we need you to baby- sit them.
Danny: Then we have to go and pick up my daughter from basketball practice.
Jake: Hey, I thought you had a son?
Danny: I do.
Jake: But, you only have one kid.
Danny: Yeah . . . you're point?
Jake: But, you just said that we have to go pick up your daughter.
Danny: Yeah, she's at basketball practice.
Jake: But you have a son and only one kid?
Danny: Yeah.
Jake: But you have a daughter, too?
Danny: I only have one kid and it's a girl.
Jake: But you have a son?
Danny: YES!
(Dante walks in the office.)
Dante: Pez, how was last night?
Sara: You were there. You should know.
Dante: No I wasn't . . . (clears his throat) that was my twin brother remember.
Sara: Sure, whatever.
Dante: So . . . he was wondering if you would like to protect him again. He has more oysters. (Gives her a flirtatious smile.)
Sara: Oooh really? Those oysters were fantastic!
(Sara shows up at Gabriel's place.)
Sara: What can you tell me about black dragons?
Gabriel: How the hell am I supposed to know?
Sara: You're the one that knows all that myth and fairytale stuff.
Gabriel: I am?
Sara: Yeah.
Gabriel: Well . . . black dragons aren't as pretty as purple ones.
Sara: (Rolls her eyes.) Have you ever heard of the group black dragons?
Gabriel: Yeah, they're assassins, right?
Sara: Yeah, is there anything else?
Gabriel: Oh, before they kill their target they fix the person's hair, or something like that. They think that people should have pretty hair when they die.
Sara: Oh . . .
(Sara is about to walk inside a beauty salon.)
Ian: (Grabs her before she walks in.) Sara, don't go in there.
Sara: I need my hair done, though.
Ian: Yeah you do . . . you need to learn how to take better care of it. See look at my hair. Notice how it lightly bounces off of my head, and shines when in light hits it. With just the right stuff you can do that with your hair.
Sara: (Giggling.) Oh Ian, stop it! My hair could never look as good as yours.
Ian: Yeah, you're right.
Sara: (Gives a serious look.) I thought you were going to stop me from going inside.
Ian: Oh yeah. Sara, you can't go in there because I was momentarily possessed by Irons and gave an order for your death.
Sara: You put a hit out on me?
Ian: I'm sorry. Forgive me?
Sara: Of course I will, I love you.
Ian: Ewww . . . you're my sister!
Sara: So . . . we can still get married.
Ian: No we can't! It's illegal, you're a cop you should know that.
Sara: Not in the south it isn't. (Gives him a wink.)
(Ian runs a way.)
(Sara walks inside the salon.)
Moby: (Appears, wearing a short muscle shirt, baggy pants, and earrings in his ears.) Oooh, girlfriend you have to let me work on that hair.
Sara: I don't know it will be a challenge.
Moby: No sweat, girlfriend. (Sits her into a chair. He fixes her hair, turns up looking the same as it did before.) See girlfriend, do you see how that looks so much better.
Sara: Wow! How did you do that?
Ian: (Walks in.) You're not going to kill her!
Moby: Oh yeah!
Moby and Ian interlock their hands. They try pushing each other down.
Moby: I'm not giving up!
Ian: Neither am I!
After a minute goes by they let go of each other breathing hard.
Moby: This is too much.
Ian: Tell me about it.
Moby: You wanna go and get some ice cream.
Ian: Yeah.
Sara: Hey, I thought you were going to kill eachother.
Moby: What planet did you come from, girlfriend. Me kill someone? (Starts laughing.) Like I would ever do that.
Next week on Witchblade: "Hey, I'm Irish! Do I sound Irish?"
Author's Note: Well . . . this isn't very funny. Actually in my opinion, it isn't funny at all.