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MYSTERY SCIENCE THEATER 3333 1/3
RIFFED BY: TUXEDO ALEX and
SAILOR SILVER KNIGHT
EPISODE 13: RINI'S CHANGE OF FORTUNE (Part 1) BY AP SCOUT
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OK, THIS IS THE PG-13 VERSION OF EPISODE 13 FOR ALL THE KIDS OUT THERE. THE ACTUAL LEMON HAS BEEN EDITED OUT, BUT THE STORY PARTS REMAIN, SO NOBODY MISSES ANY PLOT RELATED ITEMS. THIS IS...HOLD ON...damn Caps-lock button. Anyway, I know, this is a really crappy thing to do, have an MST chapter without the actual MST. However, with the chaptering system of Fanfiction.net in full effect, it means that the Season 2 series can only be viewed by people over 17. I still want to please as many readers as I can, so this PG-13 version is in effect. Again, I offer my apologies, and hope you enjoy the host segments!
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SATELLITE OF LOVE
(Sailor Silver Knight is chasing Falcon Knight in the background, a bucket of cold water in her hands. Tuxedo Alex is just watching Falcon Knight run for his life.)
FALCON: C'mon, Silver! This isn't funny!
S.KNIGHT: This is for ALL the times you made fun of me!
FALCON: Moi? Make fun of YOU? Impossible! When did I do that?
S.KNIGHT: Want a list?
TUXEDO: (Turning to the screen) Oh, hi everyone. Tuxedo Alex here. Welcome back to the SOL. You know, we never knew that this Satellite was equipped with it's own Jusenkio Springs in the basement. Falcon found that out the hard way...
FALCON: Hey! Keep that cold water away from me! I didn't do nothing!
S.KNIGHT: Take this!
(Silver splashes the water all over Falcon. In an instant, he turns into a chicken.)
FALCON: Cluck! Cluck!
S.KNIGHT: (Joining Tuxedo Alex) Well, I guess the "Dirty Bird" is now a real dirty bird, huh?
TUXEDO: Silver, you know that was kind of mean.
S.KNIGHT: Hey, who else can I get revenge on? The Bots are gone.
TUXEDO: To coin a phrase, "Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn," huh?
S.KNIGHT: (Strikes a pose.) Darn right! Heh heh!
FALCON: Cluck! Cluck! Cluck!
TUXEDO: (sigh) Remind me never to anger her. We'll be right back.
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BACK ON THE SOL
(Falcon Knight is back to human form, pouring hot water from a kettle on his head. Sailor Silver Knight is laughing slightly. Tuxedo Alex is shaking his head.)
TUXEDO: Dang, Silver, your revenges are about as deadly as Happosai's.
S.KNIGHT: I know...normally, I'm not like this...
FALCON: I think this Satellite is really affecting our states of mind.
S.KNIGHT: No kidding.
FALCON: I think that without the Bots, we're not functioning well up here.
TUXEDO: Yeah, without them to kick around, were going after eachother!
S.KNIGHT: I kinda miss them, actually.
TUXEDO: Huh? You were the one who threw them out the airlock!
S.KNIGHT: For your information, Tom left on his own accord!
FALCON: (Sigh) Can you at least not take it out on us?
(The message light starts flashing.)
TUXEDO: And on that note, it's Mousse and Shampoo calling!
(On the hexfield, we see Dr. Forrester and TV's Frank playing a rousing game of Old Maid. Frank has a winning streak going, as portrayed by a chalkboard in the background. As told by the tally marks, Frank is winning 45-0.)
FRANK: Hey, I win again!
DR. F.: Damn your luck! Forty-five in a row!
FRANK: Hey, that makes it no experiments for three weeks! Yippee!
DR. F.: Ugh. (He turns to face the SOL crew.) Oh, hello Prisoners O-Mine! As you can see, Frank and I are enjoying a quiet game of...
(A crash is heard in the background, followed by loud yelling.)
CROW: Hey, Servo! Look at this!
TOM: Yeah, what does this do?
DR. F.: No, no, NO, NOT AGAIN!
FRANK: I'll take the red one, Steve.
DR. F.: Got ya.
(The camera follows the Mads into the heart of their lab. Tom Servo and Crow are inside reeking havoc.)
FALCON: Tom? Crow?
CROW: Oh, hi guys! Since Silver shot me out of the air-lock, we ended up here!
TOM: And we never had so much fun! Hey, what does this button do?
DR. F.: No, you idiots! Get out of my laboratory!
(One of Dr. Forrester's diabolical inventions explodes into a million pieces.)
FRANK: Well, there goes your Atom-Smasher.
TUXEDO: So you guys are okay? Nothing happened to you?
TOM: Well, it kinda hurt reentering Earth's atmosphere, but other than that...
S.KNIGHT: Hey guys, sorry about the air-lock thing. I was under a lot of stress, and...
CROW: Eh, don't worry about it! Say, what's in there?
DR. F.: NO! Not the Incredibly Volital Chemical Room!
TOM: Hey, maybe we can get something to drink in there!
CROW: Let's go!
(The Bots run into the room with reckless abandonment.)
FRANK: They could set off the entire HQ!
DR. F.: Frank, go in there and get them!
FRANK: I live to serve, Boss.
(Frank runs in after them)
DR. F.: Well, goobers, while Frank is trying to get your tin cans under control, you shall pay for their destructive tendencies.
TUXEDO: What, with another fanfic?
FALCON: Face it, Forrester, we weathered everything! From Evil Guy, to the lemons! There's nothing we can't handle!
DR. F.: Oh, no! NOT THIS TIME! Now, you will feel the extent of my power! I have saved this little slice of heaven for a special occasion, and it seems pretty special enough! To celebrate the near destruction of Deep 13 1/3, I'm sending you the GRANDADDY OF ALL SAILOR MOONLEMONS!
S.KNIGHT: Oscar wrote another fanfic?!? You gotta be kidding!
DR. F.: No, not an Oscarfic. But it comes close!
FALCON: Who, then? Dr. Thinker? Ratcliff's Marrisa Picard series?
DR. F.: No, you wing-nut! This is a new author, and clearly one of the WORST I ever found. What is coming your way is the GRANDADDY OF THEM ALL! I give you: "Rini's Change of Fortune," by the AP Scout! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
(Fireworks seem to go off in the background to enhance dramatic effect. Actually, these came from the chemical room. Frank is seen flying across the screen and slamming into a near-by wall. Tom and Crow walk out of the room with minor damage.)
TOM: That was fun!
CROW: Lets do it again!
DR. F.: Enjoy, rat scum! (He faces the robots) I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT OF MY LAB!
(The hexfield cuts off.)
TUXEDO: A lemon...involving Rini?
S.KNIGHT: I don't think it's as bad as Dr. F. says it is.
FALCON: Hey, at least we know the Bots are okay.
TUXEDO: And that Forrester is getting some payback.
(The klaxons around the room go off.)
S.KNIGHT: And now, we got LEMON SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGN!
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THEATER
(The three take their seats as follows from right to left: Falcon, Tuxedo, S.Knight.)
'Rini's Change of Fortune
By the AP Scout APScout@hotmail.com
(c) 1999
AR AP M/F
FALCON: Somehow, our fortune doesn't look too good...
TUXEDO: We'll live, I think.
NOTE: This fanfic is a LEMON. That means it contains sexual scenes that may offend some of you.
S.KNIGHT: Reading the title AND knowing it's a lemon had already offended me.
If you are under eighteen, don't read this fanfic!
TUXEDO: Hey, we're too young!
FALCON: Whew, that's a relief.
S.KNIGHT: Let's go.
(All leave their seats, and exit the theater.)
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BACK ON THE SOL
(Tuxedo Alex, Silver Knight, and Falcon Knight are all laying back in La-Z-Boy recliners, drinking orange/pineapple juice with little umbrellas sticking out of them.)
TUXEDO: You know, that wasn't half-bad!
S.KNIGHT: Being young rocks!
(The message light flashes once again.)
FALCON: Damn, Parn and Deedlit are calling again?
(Falcon reaches over and hits the light. Dr. Forrester is on the screen, a livid look on his face.)
DR. F.: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE? You're SUPPOSED to be in THERE!
S.KNIGHT: Sorry, Doc. We're too young.
TUXEDO: And by ONE year, too. How sad...
DR. F.: It doesn't matter if you're too young or not! You watch the experiment, or you get SHOT DOWN WITH NUMEROUS TORPEDOES!
FALCON: Do you even have any torpedoes?
DR. F.: Well...Aw, the hell with it. (He presses a button, sending the three youngsters, recliners and all, back into the theater.)
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BACK IN THE THEATER
(EDITED OUT TO MAKE THIS PG-13. I APOLOGIZE! REALLY!
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BACK ON THE SOL
(Sailor Silver Knight is punching on a convenient punching bag, with Tuxedo Alex holding it. Falcon Knight is pouring water from the Spring of Drowned Man on himself, getting rid of his curse.)
S.KNIGHT: That author is toast! (She punches the bag hard.)
TUXEDO: Face it, Michelle. He's a sex hound in the story. 'Nuff said.
S.KNIGHT: But he's NOT a sex hound! He's a caring (punch), loving (punch), smart guy! (She performs a roundhouse kick, nearly taking the bag off it's chain.)
TUXEDO: Watch out! My head nearly came off!
FALCON: (Walking towards Tuxedo.) I know the truth hurts, but...
S.KNIGHT: The truth? (punch, punch) THE TRUTH! (punch, punch, kick) THERE IS NO TRUTH IN THIS STORY! SILVER STAR FLOOD!
(Silver floods the bag with a ton of stars, causing the bag to fly across the room, with Alex included. Both land on the opposing wall.)
S.KNIGHT: Uh, oh! Alex! Did I hurt you?
TUXEDO: ......owie....
S.KNIGHT: Oh, Alex, I'm so sorry!
FALCON: Why don't you kiss him and make him all better, huh Silver?
(After smacking Falcon upside the head, Silver runs to Alex' aid.)
TUXEDO: Fear...the wrath...of Sailor Knight Silver...ugh...
S.KNIGHT: Let's take you to the infirmary...
FALCON: Anyway, lets check on how the Mads are doing. Heh. What do you think, sirs?
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DEEP 13 1/3
(Tom and Crow are still running around the place, causing general mischief. Dr. F. and Frank are worn out from chasing them.)
FRANK: This is getting hard!
DR. F.: Of course it is, Frank! Joel Robinson obviously built these robots well...
TOM: Hey, give me back my nitro!
CROW: YOU give me back MY glycerin!
TOM: Say, why don't we combine them and see what we get, huh?
CROW: Good idea!
DR. F.: NO! NO, YOU WALKING DUNG PILES! Frank, push the button NOW!
FRANK: Got it, Steve!
(As Frank pushes the button, a huge explosion can be herd when the screen goes black.)
FRANK: Uh, Doc? Can you reattach my arm?
DR. F.: In a second...
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Author's Notes
Whew! Well, that was fun, in a sick and twisted sort of way. Let me just say that this fanfic is a challenge for the most part. First, I put Part 1 up for a Live MSTing job at the SVAM web site to see the reactions I got. For those who read it, I commend you on your bravery. I got a few comments myself stating that I was a brave man. And now, I think I am. This fanfic as a whole is a complete waste of talent, or whatever the author used. I'm sorry, but this fanfic could be a whole lot better, if not existing at all. More parts to come. Hope you'll bear with it. Cheers! ^_^
More Disclaimers
Mystery Science Theater 3000 is copyrighted by Best Brains Inc.
Sailor Moon is copyrighted by Naoko Takeuchi and all her distributors, including DIC.
Any other brand names or song titles or anything of the like that I forgot to mention are the properties of whoever created them in the first place. I take NO CREDIT from them! (There, that oughta keep me from getting sued!)
Stinger: "Yes, Little Rabbit, soon you will be a big rabbit...and I shall have you." That was such a delicious thought. His manhood rose to the occasion.
MYSTERY SCIENCE THEATER 3333 1/3
RIFFED BY: TUXEDO ALEX and
SAILOR SILVER KNIGHT
EPISODE 13: RINI'S CHANGE OF FORTUNE (Part 1) BY AP SCOUT
@@@@@
OK, THIS IS THE PG-13 VERSION OF EPISODE 13 FOR ALL THE KIDS OUT THERE. THE ACTUAL LEMON HAS BEEN EDITED OUT, BUT THE STORY PARTS REMAIN, SO NOBODY MISSES ANY PLOT RELATED ITEMS. THIS IS...HOLD ON...damn Caps-lock button. Anyway, I know, this is a really crappy thing to do, have an MST chapter without the actual MST. However, with the chaptering system of Fanfiction.net in full effect, it means that the Season 2 series can only be viewed by people over 17. I still want to please as many readers as I can, so this PG-13 version is in effect. Again, I offer my apologies, and hope you enjoy the host segments!
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SATELLITE OF LOVE
(Sailor Silver Knight is chasing Falcon Knight in the background, a bucket of cold water in her hands. Tuxedo Alex is just watching Falcon Knight run for his life.)
FALCON: C'mon, Silver! This isn't funny!
S.KNIGHT: This is for ALL the times you made fun of me!
FALCON: Moi? Make fun of YOU? Impossible! When did I do that?
S.KNIGHT: Want a list?
TUXEDO: (Turning to the screen) Oh, hi everyone. Tuxedo Alex here. Welcome back to the SOL. You know, we never knew that this Satellite was equipped with it's own Jusenkio Springs in the basement. Falcon found that out the hard way...
FALCON: Hey! Keep that cold water away from me! I didn't do nothing!
S.KNIGHT: Take this!
(Silver splashes the water all over Falcon. In an instant, he turns into a chicken.)
FALCON: Cluck! Cluck!
S.KNIGHT: (Joining Tuxedo Alex) Well, I guess the "Dirty Bird" is now a real dirty bird, huh?
TUXEDO: Silver, you know that was kind of mean.
S.KNIGHT: Hey, who else can I get revenge on? The Bots are gone.
TUXEDO: To coin a phrase, "Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn," huh?
S.KNIGHT: (Strikes a pose.) Darn right! Heh heh!
FALCON: Cluck! Cluck! Cluck!
TUXEDO: (sigh) Remind me never to anger her. We'll be right back.
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BACK ON THE SOL
(Falcon Knight is back to human form, pouring hot water from a kettle on his head. Sailor Silver Knight is laughing slightly. Tuxedo Alex is shaking his head.)
TUXEDO: Dang, Silver, your revenges are about as deadly as Happosai's.
S.KNIGHT: I know...normally, I'm not like this...
FALCON: I think this Satellite is really affecting our states of mind.
S.KNIGHT: No kidding.
FALCON: I think that without the Bots, we're not functioning well up here.
TUXEDO: Yeah, without them to kick around, were going after eachother!
S.KNIGHT: I kinda miss them, actually.
TUXEDO: Huh? You were the one who threw them out the airlock!
S.KNIGHT: For your information, Tom left on his own accord!
FALCON: (Sigh) Can you at least not take it out on us?
(The message light starts flashing.)
TUXEDO: And on that note, it's Mousse and Shampoo calling!
(On the hexfield, we see Dr. Forrester and TV's Frank playing a rousing game of Old Maid. Frank has a winning streak going, as portrayed by a chalkboard in the background. As told by the tally marks, Frank is winning 45-0.)
FRANK: Hey, I win again!
DR. F.: Damn your luck! Forty-five in a row!
FRANK: Hey, that makes it no experiments for three weeks! Yippee!
DR. F.: Ugh. (He turns to face the SOL crew.) Oh, hello Prisoners O-Mine! As you can see, Frank and I are enjoying a quiet game of...
(A crash is heard in the background, followed by loud yelling.)
CROW: Hey, Servo! Look at this!
TOM: Yeah, what does this do?
DR. F.: No, no, NO, NOT AGAIN!
FRANK: I'll take the red one, Steve.
DR. F.: Got ya.
(The camera follows the Mads into the heart of their lab. Tom Servo and Crow are inside reeking havoc.)
FALCON: Tom? Crow?
CROW: Oh, hi guys! Since Silver shot me out of the air-lock, we ended up here!
TOM: And we never had so much fun! Hey, what does this button do?
DR. F.: No, you idiots! Get out of my laboratory!
(One of Dr. Forrester's diabolical inventions explodes into a million pieces.)
FRANK: Well, there goes your Atom-Smasher.
TUXEDO: So you guys are okay? Nothing happened to you?
TOM: Well, it kinda hurt reentering Earth's atmosphere, but other than that...
S.KNIGHT: Hey guys, sorry about the air-lock thing. I was under a lot of stress, and...
CROW: Eh, don't worry about it! Say, what's in there?
DR. F.: NO! Not the Incredibly Volital Chemical Room!
TOM: Hey, maybe we can get something to drink in there!
CROW: Let's go!
(The Bots run into the room with reckless abandonment.)
FRANK: They could set off the entire HQ!
DR. F.: Frank, go in there and get them!
FRANK: I live to serve, Boss.
(Frank runs in after them)
DR. F.: Well, goobers, while Frank is trying to get your tin cans under control, you shall pay for their destructive tendencies.
TUXEDO: What, with another fanfic?
FALCON: Face it, Forrester, we weathered everything! From Evil Guy, to the lemons! There's nothing we can't handle!
DR. F.: Oh, no! NOT THIS TIME! Now, you will feel the extent of my power! I have saved this little slice of heaven for a special occasion, and it seems pretty special enough! To celebrate the near destruction of Deep 13 1/3, I'm sending you the GRANDADDY OF ALL SAILOR MOONLEMONS!
S.KNIGHT: Oscar wrote another fanfic?!? You gotta be kidding!
DR. F.: No, not an Oscarfic. But it comes close!
FALCON: Who, then? Dr. Thinker? Ratcliff's Marrisa Picard series?
DR. F.: No, you wing-nut! This is a new author, and clearly one of the WORST I ever found. What is coming your way is the GRANDADDY OF THEM ALL! I give you: "Rini's Change of Fortune," by the AP Scout! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
(Fireworks seem to go off in the background to enhance dramatic effect. Actually, these came from the chemical room. Frank is seen flying across the screen and slamming into a near-by wall. Tom and Crow walk out of the room with minor damage.)
TOM: That was fun!
CROW: Lets do it again!
DR. F.: Enjoy, rat scum! (He faces the robots) I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT OF MY LAB!
(The hexfield cuts off.)
TUXEDO: A lemon...involving Rini?
S.KNIGHT: I don't think it's as bad as Dr. F. says it is.
FALCON: Hey, at least we know the Bots are okay.
TUXEDO: And that Forrester is getting some payback.
(The klaxons around the room go off.)
S.KNIGHT: And now, we got LEMON SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGN!
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(5)
(4)
(3)
(2)
(1)
THEATER
(The three take their seats as follows from right to left: Falcon, Tuxedo, S.Knight.)
'Rini's Change of Fortune
By the AP Scout APScout@hotmail.com
(c) 1999
AR AP M/F
FALCON: Somehow, our fortune doesn't look too good...
TUXEDO: We'll live, I think.
NOTE: This fanfic is a LEMON. That means it contains sexual scenes that may offend some of you.
S.KNIGHT: Reading the title AND knowing it's a lemon had already offended me.
If you are under eighteen, don't read this fanfic!
TUXEDO: Hey, we're too young!
FALCON: Whew, that's a relief.
S.KNIGHT: Let's go.
(All leave their seats, and exit the theater.)
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(2)
(3)
(4)
(5)
(6)
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BACK ON THE SOL
(Tuxedo Alex, Silver Knight, and Falcon Knight are all laying back in La-Z-Boy recliners, drinking orange/pineapple juice with little umbrellas sticking out of them.)
TUXEDO: You know, that wasn't half-bad!
S.KNIGHT: Being young rocks!
(The message light flashes once again.)
FALCON: Damn, Parn and Deedlit are calling again?
(Falcon reaches over and hits the light. Dr. Forrester is on the screen, a livid look on his face.)
DR. F.: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE? You're SUPPOSED to be in THERE!
S.KNIGHT: Sorry, Doc. We're too young.
TUXEDO: And by ONE year, too. How sad...
DR. F.: It doesn't matter if you're too young or not! You watch the experiment, or you get SHOT DOWN WITH NUMEROUS TORPEDOES!
FALCON: Do you even have any torpedoes?
DR. F.: Well...Aw, the hell with it. (He presses a button, sending the three youngsters, recliners and all, back into the theater.)
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(6)
(5)
(4)
(3)
(2)
(1)
BACK IN THE THEATER
(EDITED OUT TO MAKE THIS PG-13. I APOLOGIZE! REALLY!
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BACK ON THE SOL
(Sailor Silver Knight is punching on a convenient punching bag, with Tuxedo Alex holding it. Falcon Knight is pouring water from the Spring of Drowned Man on himself, getting rid of his curse.)
S.KNIGHT: That author is toast! (She punches the bag hard.)
TUXEDO: Face it, Michelle. He's a sex hound in the story. 'Nuff said.
S.KNIGHT: But he's NOT a sex hound! He's a caring (punch), loving (punch), smart guy! (She performs a roundhouse kick, nearly taking the bag off it's chain.)
TUXEDO: Watch out! My head nearly came off!
FALCON: (Walking towards Tuxedo.) I know the truth hurts, but...
S.KNIGHT: The truth? (punch, punch) THE TRUTH! (punch, punch, kick) THERE IS NO TRUTH IN THIS STORY! SILVER STAR FLOOD!
(Silver floods the bag with a ton of stars, causing the bag to fly across the room, with Alex included. Both land on the opposing wall.)
S.KNIGHT: Uh, oh! Alex! Did I hurt you?
TUXEDO: ......owie....
S.KNIGHT: Oh, Alex, I'm so sorry!
FALCON: Why don't you kiss him and make him all better, huh Silver?
(After smacking Falcon upside the head, Silver runs to Alex' aid.)
TUXEDO: Fear...the wrath...of Sailor Knight Silver...ugh...
S.KNIGHT: Let's take you to the infirmary...
FALCON: Anyway, lets check on how the Mads are doing. Heh. What do you think, sirs?
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DEEP 13 1/3
(Tom and Crow are still running around the place, causing general mischief. Dr. F. and Frank are worn out from chasing them.)
FRANK: This is getting hard!
DR. F.: Of course it is, Frank! Joel Robinson obviously built these robots well...
TOM: Hey, give me back my nitro!
CROW: YOU give me back MY glycerin!
TOM: Say, why don't we combine them and see what we get, huh?
CROW: Good idea!
DR. F.: NO! NO, YOU WALKING DUNG PILES! Frank, push the button NOW!
FRANK: Got it, Steve!
(As Frank pushes the button, a huge explosion can be herd when the screen goes black.)
FRANK: Uh, Doc? Can you reattach my arm?
DR. F.: In a second...
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Author's Notes
Whew! Well, that was fun, in a sick and twisted sort of way. Let me just say that this fanfic is a challenge for the most part. First, I put Part 1 up for a Live MSTing job at the SVAM web site to see the reactions I got. For those who read it, I commend you on your bravery. I got a few comments myself stating that I was a brave man. And now, I think I am. This fanfic as a whole is a complete waste of talent, or whatever the author used. I'm sorry, but this fanfic could be a whole lot better, if not existing at all. More parts to come. Hope you'll bear with it. Cheers! ^_^
More Disclaimers
Mystery Science Theater 3000 is copyrighted by Best Brains Inc.
Sailor Moon is copyrighted by Naoko Takeuchi and all her distributors, including DIC.
Any other brand names or song titles or anything of the like that I forgot to mention are the properties of whoever created them in the first place. I take NO CREDIT from them! (There, that oughta keep me from getting sued!)
Stinger: "Yes, Little Rabbit, soon you will be a big rabbit...and I shall have you." That was such a delicious thought. His manhood rose to the occasion.