A/N: Ha ha, got a bunch of people riled up with my K/C thing ^.^ Oh well...I'm pro K/C an' I dun't care who knows it *slaps a sticker on that says just this* Now I'm gonna try to write this Numair one.... hee hee Be prepared for more twistedness.
Skip: Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, to another fun-filled edition of...
THE DATING GAME!
I am your host, Skippy McPeanutbutter, but of course you know my name by now. Just call me Skip. Anyway, our contestant this week is none other than that black robed mage, Numair Samalin! Give him a hand folks...
(wild applause)(Numair sits in the chair and fidgets nervously)
Now then, lets meet the lovely Bachelorettes that he has to coose from today...
Bachelorette Number One, a blond, vivacious sex kitten, who has a slight history of sleeping around.
Bachelorette Number Two, a brown haired, blue/gray eyed gal who luuuuvs animals.
Or Bachelorette Number Three, a mystery woman, with a deep voice and an, ahem, husky figure.
Now then, on with the show! Numair, you can begin your questioning whenever you like.
Numair: (fusses with his hair and rearranges his question cards, clears his voice, then begins) Um, Bachelorette Number Two...If you could go anywhere right now, where would it be.
B2: Straight to your bed, handsome. (she blushes)
Numair: (blushes as well) All right then...Bachelorette Number One, same question.
B1: Um, she stole my answer.
Numair: Eh, yeah. Bachelorette Number Three, who is your hero?
B3: RuPaul... (the other two stare at him...her?...him/her)
Numair: (blanches) Bachelorette Number One, tell me what you like to sleep in.
B1: A bed, duh. (twirls some blond hair around on a finger)
Numair: No I mean... what do you....oh nevermind. Bachelorette Number Three, your answer? Although, I'm quite afraid of what you're going to say.
B3: Oh, I like to wear a little frilly pink night gown, with roses on it and lilies.... (oh, come on, that voice is definetely male)
Numair: That's enough. Bachelorette Number Two?
B2: As little as possible.
(Numair is obviously beginning to get...um....excited. A stage hands comes on and pours a bucket of cold water over his head)
Numair: Brr... All right then. Bachelorette Number One, what's your favorite book?
B1: Ooooo, it's either all the Harry Potters, or anything with Fabio on the cover.
Numair: (looks like he is going to throw up) Bachelorette Number Two, same question.
B2: Oh, anything about animals. (a sheep bahhs) Shhh...be quiet CottonBall.
Numair: (raises an eyebrow) Bachelorette Number Three, what is your worst fear?
B3: Um, trying to fit into these new spiked heels I just bought, ya see they're a bit too small, and they might give me blisters....
Numair: Bacherlorette Number One?
B1: Breaking a nail of course!
Skip: Last Question Numair.
Numair: Bachelorette Number Two?
B2: Bachelorette Number Three. (edges away from the scary man/woman person)
Numair: Yeah, me too.
Skip: Yes, I think we're all afraid of Bachelorette Number Three at this moment, but despite that fact, the questioning is over. It is now time for you, Numair, to choose which one of these pretty...um...girls you would like to take with you on your Fabulous Weekend Getaway!
Numair: I'll pick....Bachelorette Number Two!!!!
B2: (Sighs in relief)
(B1 flirts with a stage hand, and B3 looks seriously depressed)
Skip: Ok, let's meet and greet, who you didn't pick. Bachelorette Number One is none other than...Varice! Varice, sweety, come on out here.
(They cannot get Varice to come out, because unfortunately, she has run off with a stagehand.
Oh well. Bachelorette Number Three, I think everyone is anxious to see who you are, come on out!
(Lord Wyldon, dressed as a very cheap looking hooker, prances out in high heels and a feather boa, arms out-stretched, ready to embrace Numair. Numair leaps into Skip's arms and sits their wailing and trembling, until Lord Wyldon can be persuaded to leave the stage. Skip dumps Numair onto the floor)
That was really really scary, don't you think folks? Next time, I think we'll include phsyicals on those application forms. Now, Numair, it's time to meet you date. Bachelorette Number Two is...Daine!
Numair: (jumps up and down) YES Yes yes!
(Daine runs out and tackles Numair to the ground. They begin to wildly make-out. It takes two stagehands and a crowbar to seperate them)
Skip: Don't you two want to know where your Fabulous Weekend Getaway will take you?
Numair: Yup!
Daine: Sure!
Skip: I thought so. This week's Fabulous Weekend Getaway is... A two-day cruise on the emerald sea! You will sail in style with your own private cook, massuse, and maid.
Lord Wyldon: Guess who! (comes out with a chef hat, a bottle of baby oil, and a french maid outfit on)
Daine and Numair: Nooooo!!!!!!
Skip: I'm afraid that's all the time we have folks. Next week's contestant, Roger of Conte! He's back from the dead, and sexier than ever. Now if you'll excuse me folks, I'm going to go have a bottle of scotch.
(The lights dim, and your screen goes blank)
A/N: Muahahahahaha. *falls over* Sorry about the Harry Potter thing, although I have never read the books, I neither like them or dislike them...just a slight jabt aht I've heard elsewhere...don't shoot the messenger ^.~
Skip: Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, to another fun-filled edition of...
THE DATING GAME!
I am your host, Skippy McPeanutbutter, but of course you know my name by now. Just call me Skip. Anyway, our contestant this week is none other than that black robed mage, Numair Samalin! Give him a hand folks...
(wild applause)(Numair sits in the chair and fidgets nervously)
Now then, lets meet the lovely Bachelorettes that he has to coose from today...
Bachelorette Number One, a blond, vivacious sex kitten, who has a slight history of sleeping around.
Bachelorette Number Two, a brown haired, blue/gray eyed gal who luuuuvs animals.
Or Bachelorette Number Three, a mystery woman, with a deep voice and an, ahem, husky figure.
Now then, on with the show! Numair, you can begin your questioning whenever you like.
Numair: (fusses with his hair and rearranges his question cards, clears his voice, then begins) Um, Bachelorette Number Two...If you could go anywhere right now, where would it be.
B2: Straight to your bed, handsome. (she blushes)
Numair: (blushes as well) All right then...Bachelorette Number One, same question.
B1: Um, she stole my answer.
Numair: Eh, yeah. Bachelorette Number Three, who is your hero?
B3: RuPaul... (the other two stare at him...her?...him/her)
Numair: (blanches) Bachelorette Number One, tell me what you like to sleep in.
B1: A bed, duh. (twirls some blond hair around on a finger)
Numair: No I mean... what do you....oh nevermind. Bachelorette Number Three, your answer? Although, I'm quite afraid of what you're going to say.
B3: Oh, I like to wear a little frilly pink night gown, with roses on it and lilies.... (oh, come on, that voice is definetely male)
Numair: That's enough. Bachelorette Number Two?
B2: As little as possible.
(Numair is obviously beginning to get...um....excited. A stage hands comes on and pours a bucket of cold water over his head)
Numair: Brr... All right then. Bachelorette Number One, what's your favorite book?
B1: Ooooo, it's either all the Harry Potters, or anything with Fabio on the cover.
Numair: (looks like he is going to throw up) Bachelorette Number Two, same question.
B2: Oh, anything about animals. (a sheep bahhs) Shhh...be quiet CottonBall.
Numair: (raises an eyebrow) Bachelorette Number Three, what is your worst fear?
B3: Um, trying to fit into these new spiked heels I just bought, ya see they're a bit too small, and they might give me blisters....
Numair: Bacherlorette Number One?
B1: Breaking a nail of course!
Skip: Last Question Numair.
Numair: Bachelorette Number Two?
B2: Bachelorette Number Three. (edges away from the scary man/woman person)
Numair: Yeah, me too.
Skip: Yes, I think we're all afraid of Bachelorette Number Three at this moment, but despite that fact, the questioning is over. It is now time for you, Numair, to choose which one of these pretty...um...girls you would like to take with you on your Fabulous Weekend Getaway!
Numair: I'll pick....Bachelorette Number Two!!!!
B2: (Sighs in relief)
(B1 flirts with a stage hand, and B3 looks seriously depressed)
Skip: Ok, let's meet and greet, who you didn't pick. Bachelorette Number One is none other than...Varice! Varice, sweety, come on out here.
(They cannot get Varice to come out, because unfortunately, she has run off with a stagehand.
Oh well. Bachelorette Number Three, I think everyone is anxious to see who you are, come on out!
(Lord Wyldon, dressed as a very cheap looking hooker, prances out in high heels and a feather boa, arms out-stretched, ready to embrace Numair. Numair leaps into Skip's arms and sits their wailing and trembling, until Lord Wyldon can be persuaded to leave the stage. Skip dumps Numair onto the floor)
That was really really scary, don't you think folks? Next time, I think we'll include phsyicals on those application forms. Now, Numair, it's time to meet you date. Bachelorette Number Two is...Daine!
Numair: (jumps up and down) YES Yes yes!
(Daine runs out and tackles Numair to the ground. They begin to wildly make-out. It takes two stagehands and a crowbar to seperate them)
Skip: Don't you two want to know where your Fabulous Weekend Getaway will take you?
Numair: Yup!
Daine: Sure!
Skip: I thought so. This week's Fabulous Weekend Getaway is... A two-day cruise on the emerald sea! You will sail in style with your own private cook, massuse, and maid.
Lord Wyldon: Guess who! (comes out with a chef hat, a bottle of baby oil, and a french maid outfit on)
Daine and Numair: Nooooo!!!!!!
Skip: I'm afraid that's all the time we have folks. Next week's contestant, Roger of Conte! He's back from the dead, and sexier than ever. Now if you'll excuse me folks, I'm going to go have a bottle of scotch.
(The lights dim, and your screen goes blank)
A/N: Muahahahahaha. *falls over* Sorry about the Harry Potter thing, although I have never read the books, I neither like them or dislike them...just a slight jabt aht I've heard elsewhere...don't shoot the messenger ^.~