*Disclaimer* - Here's something i forgot to mention... These characters do not belong to me... they belong to Squaresoft... okay? do you understand? good... oh, and if you don't like jokes that relate to sex or stuff (just think Scary Movie) then STAY AWAY FROM THIS FIC!
thank you! - now, enjoy!
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Chapter 3--
The gang were on their way to Esthar. Selphie was flying the plane with Irvine in the seat and with her legs up in the air, Rinoa and Squall were playing hide-and-seek (again, Rinoa was "locked" in a closet with Seifer and couldn't get out, and Squall was trapped in the bathroom with Quisty, desperately screaming for help. But of course, no one even tried, for EVERYONE knows that a door can't be unlocked from the outside!), and Zell was... "playing" with his hot dogs.
By the time they had reached Esthar, everyone who WAS a virgin had lost their virginity at least 10 times because Selphie couldn't really steer with her legs up in the air so they had really gone around the world around 3 times.
When they had gotten off the Ragnarock, They were greeted by the man who called himself Kcin Retrac.
"Hello, you must be the group i called in for the mission! uhm... it isn't safe to talk here, lets go to my place!" He yelled as he saw a mob running towards him, a few with pen and paper, a few with signs that said "GOD HATES HOMOSEXUALITY! TURN BACK! REPENT!", and most with signs that just said "I HATE BACKSTREET BOYS!", "WILL YOU GIVE ME FREE SEX?!", "DIE! DIE! DIE!" He quickly called a limo and got into it, banging his head onto the limo a few times in his panicked state.
After what seemed like forever, they were off, leaving the ever-so-slowly moving mob behind them, which was hardly even noticed by the FF8 group.
"Well, now that we're all safe and uhh, sound, lets get down to business, shall we?" asked Kcin, looking up at the bruise on his forehead.
"First of all, we will have to come up with a rough plan of how to kill the backstreet boys and then put it to action, for we only have until tomorrow untill the concert starts. Any ideas?" Everyone just stared blankly at him.
"Can i have a backstreet boy hotdog?" Zell asked, breaking the silence.
Kcin tossed a handful of backstreet hot dogs at the young man who eagerly thanked him and started chomping down on them."Now, for PLANS!" he cried.
After a moment of silence, Quistis spoke up. "May i have a backstreet boy whip?" she asked. Kcin rolled his eyes and handed her a package.
"HERE!" He shrieked. "NOW! GIVE ME PLAN IDEAS!" The others just stayed silent. The only thing heard was the sound of Zell sucking on his new hot dogs.
"Well, first of all, aren't you supposed to have already come up with a plan? i mean, you're the one that hired us to kill these... uh what was it you called them again? faggots?" Squall asked.
"And another thing. How did you get all these backstreet boy stuff? I mean, i thought you hated them?" At this, Kcin could only stay quiet.
"Uh... er... more sausages, Zell?" He asked with a hint of worry in his voice. "Yeah, sure! keep them coming!" He cried and he greedily sucked on the sausages. The others just stared at him in silence as they saw some white juice drip onto his shirt.
"Well, err... i... these were delivered to me for free! and as you can see, i am more than eager to give them away" Kcin replied with a weak smile, handing Quisty another package of whips.
"Now, for the plan..." For a moment, the others could have sworn that they saw a smirk on his face while he said this.
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ok. i know it wasn't that funny, but i was out of ideas! it'll be more funny later, when they pull off the plan! heheheh... Read and REVIEW!
thank you! - now, enjoy!
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Chapter 3--
The gang were on their way to Esthar. Selphie was flying the plane with Irvine in the seat and with her legs up in the air, Rinoa and Squall were playing hide-and-seek (again, Rinoa was "locked" in a closet with Seifer and couldn't get out, and Squall was trapped in the bathroom with Quisty, desperately screaming for help. But of course, no one even tried, for EVERYONE knows that a door can't be unlocked from the outside!), and Zell was... "playing" with his hot dogs.
By the time they had reached Esthar, everyone who WAS a virgin had lost their virginity at least 10 times because Selphie couldn't really steer with her legs up in the air so they had really gone around the world around 3 times.
When they had gotten off the Ragnarock, They were greeted by the man who called himself Kcin Retrac.
"Hello, you must be the group i called in for the mission! uhm... it isn't safe to talk here, lets go to my place!" He yelled as he saw a mob running towards him, a few with pen and paper, a few with signs that said "GOD HATES HOMOSEXUALITY! TURN BACK! REPENT!", and most with signs that just said "I HATE BACKSTREET BOYS!", "WILL YOU GIVE ME FREE SEX?!", "DIE! DIE! DIE!" He quickly called a limo and got into it, banging his head onto the limo a few times in his panicked state.
After what seemed like forever, they were off, leaving the ever-so-slowly moving mob behind them, which was hardly even noticed by the FF8 group.
"Well, now that we're all safe and uhh, sound, lets get down to business, shall we?" asked Kcin, looking up at the bruise on his forehead.
"First of all, we will have to come up with a rough plan of how to kill the backstreet boys and then put it to action, for we only have until tomorrow untill the concert starts. Any ideas?" Everyone just stared blankly at him.
"Can i have a backstreet boy hotdog?" Zell asked, breaking the silence.
Kcin tossed a handful of backstreet hot dogs at the young man who eagerly thanked him and started chomping down on them."Now, for PLANS!" he cried.
After a moment of silence, Quistis spoke up. "May i have a backstreet boy whip?" she asked. Kcin rolled his eyes and handed her a package.
"HERE!" He shrieked. "NOW! GIVE ME PLAN IDEAS!" The others just stayed silent. The only thing heard was the sound of Zell sucking on his new hot dogs.
"Well, first of all, aren't you supposed to have already come up with a plan? i mean, you're the one that hired us to kill these... uh what was it you called them again? faggots?" Squall asked.
"And another thing. How did you get all these backstreet boy stuff? I mean, i thought you hated them?" At this, Kcin could only stay quiet.
"Uh... er... more sausages, Zell?" He asked with a hint of worry in his voice. "Yeah, sure! keep them coming!" He cried and he greedily sucked on the sausages. The others just stared at him in silence as they saw some white juice drip onto his shirt.
"Well, err... i... these were delivered to me for free! and as you can see, i am more than eager to give them away" Kcin replied with a weak smile, handing Quisty another package of whips.
"Now, for the plan..." For a moment, the others could have sworn that they saw a smirk on his face while he said this.
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ok. i know it wasn't that funny, but i was out of ideas! it'll be more funny later, when they pull off the plan! heheheh... Read and REVIEW!