Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everybody Else owns everything. All hail everybody else.
"Quotations" indicate speech of author.
Rant:
Outlaw Star is one of the
best anime of all time. Cartoon Network will not show Outlaw Star anymore.
Therefore, Cartoon Network SUCKS!!!!!
(okay, i'm done)
Celebrity Jeopardy!
A Fanifc by Bob McDob
myokawa@aol.com
"And we're back to Celebrity Jeopardy. Unfortunetly, it seems Mr. Trebek has flung himself out the 31st story window, so I will be taking over. And we have here:
"Aisha ClanClan, with negative thirty million wong,
Aisha: (snoring, puddle of drool covering stand) zzz...hha? Mm...commercials over already?
"Ms. ClanClan, that commercial break was THREE HOURS".
Aisha: Hey! I haven't gotten a kebab of sleep in four days! You know what it's like living in cardboard boxes, rummaging through garbage cans to eat? Blah blah blahblahblah blah...
(hurridly) "Jim Hawking, with negative three thousand wong,
Jim: Um, do I have to actually pay you the money here?
"Yes."
Jim: Damn.
"And Fred Luo, in the lead with a lousy, pathetic, infinscule - "
Fred: GET TO THE ******* POINT!!!
" - one wong".
Fred: (freaks out) whHOOOZ!!! I gotZ ME a wHONGZ!!! wHOOZ YO dADDY!!!"
"Mr. Luo, are you feeling alright?
Fred: Wenn ist das Nunstruck git und Slotermeyer? Ja! ... Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput! ^_^
-_-; "Um....sure, whatever. Mr. Luo, as you are the only person actually in positive territory here, you get to pick the catagory"
Fred: Um, what are the catagories again? ^_^
"Mr. Luo, this is the six hundredth time we have had to repeat the catagories! Can you not remember them for THREE MINUTES?!?!
Fred: ...
"Mr. Luo?"
Fred: I'm sorry, what did you say again?
"Excuse me for a moment".
(Author picks up semi automatic and empties it into his chest. White-garbed medical personel run over with Large Expensive-Looking Medical Thingy(tm))
Paramedic: CLEAR!!!
(Paramedics connect pads to chest as sixty thousand volts run though machine. Author is burnt to crisp)
Paramedic: Okay, lay 'em in there!
(Paramedics stuff author inside Large Expensive-Looking Medical Thingy™. Paramedics open up door again. Author is floating in tube of liquid, a la Star Wars)
Fred: This sucks! I want my money back!
Jim: You didn't PAY anything.
Fred: Well SOMEBODY better give me money.
"All righty then. The catagories are:
Planet Names that end in -aiphong
Naked Chicks in Suitcases
People Named Gene Starwind
"Aw, screw it, I can't think anymore. I'm outta here!
(The author turns his Large Expensive-Looking Medical Thingy™ around towards the stairs and falls down thirty stories)
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, owww!!!"
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Okay, so I don't like this. I've written better. However, I want to
know what YOU think. Did you like it? Hate it? If I get enough good reviews
(or if I don't get flamed till I turn into the guy in this fic), I might
actually continue it. I might even finish the sequel to Fred Luo's Magical
Chocolate Weapons Factory (!) Enough babbling, I'm outta here!
