Draco: WHAT story line, Longbottom? The muggle's just making this up.
Roxy: ::holding a wand:: Who said anything about being a muggle? ::grins, showing a fang::
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except myself. ::hugs Neville, who blushes, then squirms, wanting away from the weirdo:: Oh, and sorry about the shameless ad, but she said she'd draw Neville for me, so I decided to be really nice. And her artwork really is fantastic! Now go visit her before I bop ya! Oh, by the way, i can't remember which one of the Chasers Katie is. I chose one at random. ^^; Tell me, do you like my odd little brand of serious comedy? By the way, I made up a fake last name for myself, because I don't want to be stalked by people who dislike my work. Now review, damnit!
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Roxy appeared in the smoky room that was constantly holding the sets to her twisted little stories. She snapped, and the entire cast of Harry Potter, whether they were previously in her fanfic or not, appeared behind her.
A constantly-mentioned-but-never-named-and-always-in-the-same-year Slytherin fifth year looked around, confused, but stayed in character by saying nothing. The psychopathic little girl that had brought them all there clapped her hands together, getting everyone's attention
"We're going to have a wee little party, we are!" she said cheerfully.
Severus Snape, who had been eating nothing but pure sugar for the past twenty-four hours, on the dare of a drunken Argus Filch, spoke: "Can we play Spin the Bottle?"
"Of course we will! What kind of part did you think I was hosting?" the writer said cheerfully. "We're going to play lots of games." She began to grin in her usual, evil way.
"W... What kind of games?" Draco Malfoy asked, having finally learned proper fear of the girl.
"Fun games, but not like the game we usually play. 'Truth or Dare,' 'Spin the Bottle,' 'Honey, Do You Love Me,' and the like, my lovelies."
Neville gulped, wondering if the author had Magical Author Powers, as he and the others had seen in other insane people.
"Time to start! We're playing 'Spin the Bottle' first, because Snape is dancing excitedly for it!" she said, and, as they looked to the Potions Master, they saw it was true.
"Neville, dear, you can go first, if you want!" she said happily, pushing everyone into a rough circle.
"Umm... OK..." he replied uncertainly, looking for the bottle.
"Oh, yeah!" Roxy said, obviously remembering it. She snapped, and there was a green bottle in the middle.
The round-faced Gryffindor nervously placed his hand on the empty beer bottle and spun it. As it went faster, it became a blurry green circle, and the slowed until it reached a stop. And, to his great horror, it was pointing at the insane author of the fanfic you are now reading.
He highly suspected that she did indeed have MAPs, and, as though she could read his mind, which he also suspected, she looked away and whistled. Longbottom heaved a sigh, and turned to her, as she had kicked Pansy Parkinson to get the seat next to him. She looked back towards him, her lips pursed and her eyes closed.
He thought briefly about paying Voldemort to kiss her instead, as he seemed taken with the equally evil girl, but 'strange forces' made him close his eyes, lean into her, and kiss her. He felt hands on his arms, and noticed he was being pulled forward, so he opened his eyes. Roxy was dragging him to the open door of a closet that had appeared in the misty place.
He hastily scrambled away from her, whimpering slightly, and sat back down, eyeing her warily. She adopted a disgruntled yet tenacious look, and sat down next to him. She placed one hand on the bottle and spun it, obviously not bothering to use her powers, as the bottle was pointing at none other than Malfoy.
Her eyes became wide, and she shuddered, looking angry with herself. The Former Amazing Bouncing Ferret seemed terrified of this turn of events, but didn't move. The Frog Demon bitterly crawled over to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Then, she quickly went back to her seat, looking disgusted.
Draco spun the bottle with one pale hand, and it went around for thirty seconds before landing on Harry. Both boys looked to the writer, who was, once again, whistling. As one, they sighed, and the Slytherin walked over to the Gryffindor, who, if possible, was looking even more displeased than himself.
Hoping she'd let them get it over with quickly, Draco kissed Harry on the lips. Surprised at where he kissed him, he then realized it was Roxy's fault. Suffering himself to be guided by her, he enjoyed it. And, apparently, so did Harry, because he was trying to pull him over to that same closet without breaking the kiss.
Hermione, however, was not being controlled, and felt sorry for poor, innocent Potter. She pulled out her wand, pointed it at the writer, who was still in the Playboy bunny suit, and uttered a spell.
"Pinchitibutt!"
The psycho squeaked, her concentration breaking, and winked at Neville, unaware of the bushy-haired girl's part in it. The round-faced Gryffindor squeaked in a less-than-happy way when the girl who was very much unlike Ginny hugged him and tried to kiss him.
Harry and Draco straightened their robes and sat back down in the circle, both trying to maintain what dignity was left in them. The boy who lived put a hand on the bottle that matched his eyes and sent it spinning. It landed on Ron's only sister, who turned bright red and looked at the floor as she slipped Roxy a wad of money behind her back, which she had spent the entire summer earning.
Harry walked over to her, and tried to look charming, faintly hoping that the author would stop trying to make him gay. He lifted her chin gently, without mooshing her cheeks (Inside joke!), and kissed her in the most romantic way he could on the lips.
Roxy, who didn't seem to be particularly fond of them as a couple, forced him to go back to his seat. Ginny delicately spun the bottle, and it landed on the least-expected person, to anyone but Roxy - Voldemort! The man formerly known as Tom Riddle, who the author found some gorgeous fanart of, by Ann the Neko at http://www.ann-neko-com , popped a breathmint in his mouth and puckered up. The young, red-haired girl shuddered, but nerved herself and walked over to him. She gave him tiny kiss on the forehead and scrambled quickly back to her seat, looking as though she were about to puke all over her brother Fred, who she was sitting next to.
He-Who-Used-To-Be-Unspeakable-Before-The-Author-Became-This-Insane-And-Stupid made the bottle spin, and it landed on the fat little rat man. Peter looked around for some sort of escape, but he saw none, so he tried to turn into Scabbers. It would've worked, except that Roxy hated him and made him stay human. His Master stepped into him, kissed him deeply, not from any actual passion for the fat, personality-lacking coward, but because it hurt him so much.
Wormtail put one chubby hand on the bottle and sent it spinning. To the great disgust of the attractive one of the two, it landed on Sirius.
"Just get it over with," Midori Ryuu said warmly to him. "I promise you'll get some good luck later!"
Black shuddered and let the squat rat man kiss him, which the latter seemed afraid to do. After Ratboy waddled back over to his seat, 'Snuffles' spun the bottle, and it landed on... Lupin! The former Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor blushed, as the author decided on a whim to make him uke, and looked up at the man who was about to kiss him.
The former Azkaban prisoner walked over to him and gave him a very deep kiss. Roxy was squealing in a very happy way, as she adored them as a couple. Minutes later, after they had ended the kiss, only for the need or air, Sirius tugged on Remus's sleeve and pointed at the empty closet.
"I'm afraid you'll have to wait until Lupin-sensei's turn is done, Sirius, dear," said the yaoi fanatic.
"Aww..." the two said at once.
Sirius moved to sit next to his newfound love and waited impatiently, ready to glare at whoever fate chose. And, as fate would have it, George Weasley was chosen. His former teacher gave him a paternal sort of kiss on the forehead, and then walked into the closet with the other animagi. The Weasley twin spun the bottle, and it landed on who else but the other twin!
"Do I have to?" George asked Roxy, giving her large, pleading eyes.
"Well, as I'm not particularly fond of incest," she began. "You can just pretend he's Ginny and give him a brotherly kiss on the forehead."
"At least it's better than on the lips," said Fred, trying his hardest to be optimistic.
So one twin kissed the other in a very non-yaoi way, and the one that had been kissed spun the bottle. As the author got along fairly well with both of the twins, it landed on Katie Bell. Fred happily walked over to her and kissed her.
Katie, however, did not seem quite as happy. She spun the bottle, and it landed on Hagrid, because the author is a complete nutcase who likes to make up stupid plotholes. Hagrid, who had been drinking 'a bit' as an escape from the idiotic torture of playing Spin the Bottle with students and a psychopathic writer without any talent. He was quite red in the face, for more than one reason, when the chaser walked over to him.
She, with a bit of difficulty, pulled his beard away from his lips and kissed him. As they were ending it, Roxy handed her a note.
As the note apparently instructed, she read it aloud, without any real emotion in it. "I am in love with Hagrid. Once I am eighteen, we will go get married. Then we will have many children. After you say that, Katie, drag Hagrid off into another empty closet. Somebody who has much control over your fate, Roxy."
Roxy glared at the Gryffindor, who didn't seem to respond well to alcohol, and had fallen into the Care of Magical Creature's lap, singing various parts of a French drinking song, which she clearly didn't know all the words to, and Fleur Delacour seemed slightly offended.
"J'adore mon homme..."
"Baka..." the author muttered under her breath.
Then, barely managing to do as she was told, Katie led the equally drunken Rubeus into an empty closet that, like the first, had appeared out of nowhere.
"Hagrid is a bit busy now!" exclaimed the author, clapping her hands together as she constantly did. "So I'm giving his turn to..." She though for a while. "Snape!"
"Goodie! Goodie! Goodie!" the greasy-haired Professor squealed as he finished another bag of sugar.
He sent the green bottle spinning, and it went fast, for a long time, until it stopped on... Gilderoy Lockhart! Both of the grown men giggled as Snape pranced over to him. The former Professor stood up, and the current one kissed him. They ended it quickly, and began to dance about the room, singing "Love Song" from Luna Sea. Magical Dancing Sock Puppets appeared out of nowhere and began to sing background.
After they finished singing and dancing, the sock puppets all began to bite Peter, who rolled around on the floor, screaming and bleeding everywhere. Voldemort began to laugh, and Roxy joined in. Everyone else backed away, except for Snape and Lockhart.
"My turn!" squealed Lockhart as he spun the damned bottle.
It landed on one of the bloodthirsty sock puppets attacking Wormtail. It let go of him, and somehow hopped over to the vain former Professor that many people wondered about the sexual orientation of. Then, it clamped onto his face and began to suck blood. So, not being entirely stupid, he ran around, screaming and bleeding as well.
"I think we should start a new game now!" the author said happily after she stopped laughing.
"Wh... which one?" stammered Neville.
"Truth or Dare!" she replied, still cheerful.
Everybody gulped, with an exception of Roxy, Voldemort, Peter, Gilderoy, Severus, and everybody in the closets.
"Neville, darling, you can go first!" she said in her sweetest voice, which scared the boy she was talking to very much.
"Umm... OK...." He looked around, when a sudden expression of idea came onto his face. "Roxy, truth or dare?"
"Dare!" she said, smiling at him as she always seemed to do.
Neville's eyes glinted in a most un-Neville-like way, and he spoke: "I dare you to be a sweet, kind, caring, demure girl for the rest of this omake!"
Everyone who knew him stared at him in disbelief. He had come up with a genius idea that they all benefited from.
"And if I don't? What is the consequence?"
The round-faced yet cute boy paused in thought. Then, his eyes glinted again. "You have to write a lemon containing yourself and Draco!"
Everyone who was not... otherwise occupied, with the exception of Roxy, Voldemort, Neville, Snape, and Lockhart, began to applaud.
The author, however, was no longer smiling. "You want a lemon? I'LL GIVE YOU YOUR DAMN LEMON!"
Nevi-chan-darling-lovie-wuvvey-poo was beginning to regret his decision very much. But it was too late; she had already taken out a laptop:
Roxanne silently crept through the Gryffindor portrait hole, ignoring the snorts of the Fat Lady. She checked her watch: It was one in the morning on a Tuesday in December. She tiptoed down the staircase, and let her thoughts wander to her sorting:
"I don't really know which house to put you in," the Hat had told her.
"Why?"
"You could be in Slytherin, as you have a dark side, although it's mostly in humor. You're loyal enough for Hufflepuff, but you don't act like it a lot of the time. You're clever enough for Ravenclaw, but you've wasted your wits. You're brave like Gryffindor, but on the wrong side."
"What a shitty rendition of 'Ironic'. Now sort me, you limey bastard," she had thought back idly.
"Maybe you'll shape up if I put you in GRYFFINDOR!"
She shook her head, trying to forget the meager applause her arrival to that house had earned her. Her mind drifted once more, but to a much more recent memory; the Halloween Feast:
As October came, the girls of Hogwarts had decided to make the Halloween Feast an even bigger social event than it already was. They had made a little game out of asking boys to sit next to them as they shoved their faces with food prepared by the house-elves. As the feast came, she had found herself without a date. Although boys found her mildly attractive, her sarcasm and cynical attitude made them avoid her like the plague.
Men are pigs, thought the miserable young Gryffindor as she stabbed her pork chop with her fork, pretending it was the face of one of the many boys she had been rejected by, Harry Potter.
"I'm really sorry. It's just that I've got Ginny to my left, Parvati to my right, and Hermione's sitting across from me with Ron," he had said, obviously, at least in her mind, eager to make excuses.
Bitterly, she watched the two girls giggle over him. She was the same age as Ginny, but loathed her. Always so happy, so content, never noticing those who dwelled in darkness. Just like all the other brats.
Shaking in the slightest way, she had dropped the meat juice-covered fork onto her napkin, which she slammed silently onto her plate, and went out into the courtyard, unnoticed. The young girl sat down on the edge of a fountain and stared at the water, hoping that her face looked emotionless. Only when she blinked was it that she noticed another shadowed figure, sitting on the opposite side of the fountain, behind the curtain of falling water.
"Who are you?" she whispered.
"What's it to you?" came a drawling voice, after its owner got over the small shock of her.
"I just want to know who I'm talking to, Draco," she remembered replying, in a similar tone.
She could remember hearing the other kids her age talking about him during class, whenever her seclusion from the conversation became too depressing. She remembered that day in her first year, in which the 'cupid' had sung Ginny's Valentine to Harry. It was one of the happier moments of her life, seeing them both humiliated, when she looked back on it.
"Who are you?" Draco asked her.
"What are you, a parrot?" she said, the usual bitterness to her voice. "It's Roxanne Luna, from Gryffindor."
"Oh. A Gryffindor." He sounded kind of disappointed.
"Why are you out here?"
"Why are you?" he repeated.
"I was right. You are a trained bird," she teased, wanting to engage him in conversation for a reason she couldn't understand.
"Shut up!" he hissed. "My reasons are none of your business!"
"C'mon! Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine!" she offered, hoping to arouse his curiosity.
"It's that stupid Potter. He's so annoying, sitting there with girls fawning over him. It's just because he's famous! He didn't even do anything!" he said, trying to hide how relieved he was to be able to vent.
"Stupid bastard. Always making up excuses not to be near me..." she added to their discussion.
"Who would want to be near you? You've got a terrible personality, and you're not quite pretty enough to make up for that!"
"You're one to talk, Malfoy! Not to mention how shallow you are!" Then, she realized another part of what he had said. Not quite. But that must mean he thinks I'm almost there. Stupid, shallow pig!
"Hey! I happen to have lots of friends, you little bitch!" he retorted.
"How much do you pay them? Or do you threaten them with your Daddy?" Roxanne sneered right back at him.
Draco was only able to make a few angry sounds at that point. Typical to himself, he was desperate to best her, so he stood up and walked over to face her. Surprised, she just stared at him a moment. And then he did the unthinkable.
He closed his eyes, leaned into the girl, and kissed her. She fell into the cool water that would have been icy without Flitwick's warming charm, her eyes wide open in shock.
"You bastard," she growled as she tried to stand up.
She would've been able to dry up much sooner, were it not for the boy who had kissed her so mockingly: He pushed her right back in.
"Poor thing, all soaking wet!" he exclaimed in mock caring, pointing at her.
"Sorry, Draco, but your goons aren't here to laugh at your jokes now," she said coldly.
She grabbed onto his robes and pulled as hard as she could manage. It was more by surprise than strength that she pulled him in alongside her. The splash was tremendous, and once it was gone, Miss Luna found herself laughing at the sight of a very angry Draco Malfoy sitting waist-deep in water, his hair and clothes matted to him. Both teenagers were shivering slightly from the cold air against their skin, but they didn't seem to notice it.
To add insult to injury, the brown-haired girl splashed the white-haired boy. He adopted a grin that wasn't totally malicious, and splashed water back onto her. And so it went on for a few more minutes, until they were both soaked to the bone and shivering a lot more.
Malfoy splashed Luna the same second as she sneezed, not intending for all that dirty water to go in her mouth. She looked disgusted for a moment, leaned over the edge, and spit it out on the ground.
"What a lady," he said, his voice dripping in sarcasm.
"Sh.. Shut up!" she snapped through the chattering of her teeth.
Draco scrambled over to side of the fountain, stood up, and held his hand out to her.
"Come on. We'll both catch pneumonia," he commented, acting most unlike himself, especially for when he was around a Gryffindor.
She stared another moment in disbelief, then took his hand cautiously, as though expecting to be thrown back in. To her great surprise, he was trying to pull her back out. Knowing that he wasn't all too strong, she stood up the rest of the way on her own and let him steady her as she stepped over the stone brim.
"We should get to Madam Pomfrey's. I brought my cloak; it shouldn't be too wet."
He seemed to be genuinely concerned. Or he's afraid he'll be blamed if I die, she added to herself angrily.
She coughed slightly as she suffered herself to be led over to the other side of the fountain. He picked up his long, black cloak and stepped closet to her. She could feel her cheeks warming a bit, and knew she was blushing.
Men are chauvinist pigs with no respect! she reminded herself angrily, forcing the pink from her face.
Relieved that he didn't notice her bitter look, he drew the cloak over the two of them. She was still shaking as she felt the small warmth of the cloth against her wet skin, but it was for a different reason.
Once again, she shook her head, snapping out of her reverie. After that point, things had become contentedly boring to her. Whenever they would pass in the hall, whenever they were both in the Great Hall, any time they had together, they would throw insults at each other. But both knew that they didn't mean it.
Every insult he threw at her was accompanied by a small wink. It reassured her to see his eye flutter closed whenever he said something nasty, especially with the worse things.
"Looney, you're getting a bit chubby!" she could remember him remarking at lunch one day while she quietly ate her salad.
He then caught her eye and winked. It felt like some sort of great compliment, but only to her. She loved it when he called her 'Looney,' but she loathed herself for feeling that way.
She thought briefly about the smile she would always give him when she insulted him. Her sly little smile, that he always seemed so pleased to see.
She could vaguely remember saying "Malf, you look more like a ferret every time I see you!" in a mocking voice, but all the while smiling at him.
She sighed, and shivered, drawing her robes around her. Without entirely realizing it, she was almost to the Slytherin's portrait, in the dank, chilly dungeons. She dared to let her thoughts wander once more, to early, that very morning.
She had barely managed to slip him a note while passing by him during breakfast, under the guise of exchanging the usual mealtime insults.
"Tubby."
"Ferret Boy."
She could remember basically what the note said:
"Malf-
You can expect me at one-thirty. I have to talk to you about something.
-Looney"
She looked once more at her watch, only to find she had another ten minutes before he was expecting her. So, she let her mind go elsewhere.
Ever since she and Malfoy had started 'insulting' each other, the Gryffindors had come to like her a bit more. Even though she knew it was only because she insulted Draco at least five times a day, it made her feel like thanking him. She smiled inwardly, and gave in to a small daydream.
"Looney!" a whisper came in the middle of her imagined dancing, snapping her out of it. "What's up, Looney?"
She flashed her secret friend a little smile, and leaned in close to him.
"Come on. I need to talk to you someplace nobody can find us," she whispered.
He tilted his silvery-haired head, shrugged, and climbed out of the portrait hole, closing it after he was on both feet. Checking to make sure the coast was clear, she grabbed his hand and led the confused boy through several hallways, until they were in a deserted classroom.
"Now can you tell me?" he asked, sounding a tiny bit impatient with her.
She shushed him as she began to think of just how to phrase what she was about to say.
"I..." she began unsurely.
She closed her eyes in a mixture of self-loathing, anger, and nerves. Then, she gathered up the courage the Sorting Hat had told her she had, closed her eyes, and stepped in close to him. Draco seemed quite surprised at her behavior, and was turning a slight pink color. Feeling that she would probably hate herself for it, she kissed him.
There. I've ruined the relationship between my only real friend and me. Are you happy, you god damned emotions?! she thought angrily, her eyes still seeming to refuse to open.
Even though she didn't want to see the look of a ruined friendship, she forced herself to open an eye as she drew back from him. She opened both her eyes all the way in shock; he was smiling.
"I guess we're even," he said, a rather foolish grin on his face.
Then, Roxanne felt Déjà vu. He kissed her again, stepped back as well, and continued to smile.
"But now we're not! You owe me another kiss!"
The author was standing triumphantly over her laptop, laughing.
"Umm... Roxy, that wasn't a lemon. It wasn't even lime. That was orange," said Neville.
"So you've read enough to know the difference?" Voldemort teased, making the round-faced boy quiet.
"Oh, yeah..." she said, sitting down.
She saved her hard work to a file, and typed something else:
Draco Malfoy and I made hot monkey love on Snape's desk during Potions. The end.
"That doesn't count!" Draco said angrily.
"Oh," she inquired, raising an eyebrow. "So you really want me to write a lemon between us?"
"No! No! I just think you should have to do the dare!"
"FINE! I'll show you demure! I'LL SHOW YOU ALL!" she began to laugh madly once more, then quickly shut up and tried her damndest to look shy.
"Draco, truth or dare?" she breathed.
"I'm no wuss! Dare!" he said, looking smug.
Suppressing her usual evil glint, she spoke: I dare you to serenade Hary to 'Watashi no Tamagoyaki' from Dragon Half."
"Huh?" came several confused voices.
"It means 'My Omelette.' You can sing it in English, I suppose..."
She handed him a piece of paper and a costume. Then, she snapped, and he was dressed as Mink. The big pink hair, the skimpy little warrior outfit; it even had a tail, horns, and fold-out wings! Sped-up classical music began to play, coming from someplace unseen, and Mink Malfoy was holding a microphone.
He began to sing:
"Pappara funi-funi pappara hoe-hoe,
Pappara funi-funi eggs."
Obviously not of his own will, he began to dance.
"Pappara funi-funi pappara hoe-hoe,
I grilled them and they burned.
Pappara funi-funi pappara hoe-hoe,
Pappara funi-funi potatoes.
Pappara funi-funi pappara hoe-hoe,
I boiled them and they melted."
He had begun to dance closely to Harry, who was stuck to the spot, however hard he tried to run.
"You are so very, very cool,
Ah, ah, I'm completely crazy about you.
I'm enchanted, I'm sticky-"
Snickering broke out all over.
"My heart is pounding.
I'll show it to you, just a little bit."
The sniggers turned into howling laughter.
"Since the weather is fine, I want to go somewhere.
Oh, oh, please listen.
Mm-hmm, I'll give you my special grand lunch.
Somewhere, rararan.
Ran rararan.
Ya yayanan.
Ya yayanan."
Malfoy was dancing in circles around Potter, both of whom were was red as the former's wig.
"East west south north east south west north.
Ran rararan.
Ran rararan.
Ya yayanan.
Ya yayanan.
One two three four ii al san su. An."
A few people, including Ron and Hermione, were rolling around in laughter. The forced crossdresser has looking extremely angry.
"Not the tomato,
It's mine!
I'll give you my octopus;
I hate the way it looks."
Fred and George had taken to wolfwhistling mockingly between bouts of hysterical laughter.
"Pappara funi-funi pappara hoe-hoe,
Pappara funi-funi eggs.
Pappara funi-funi pappara hoe-hoe,
If I don't boil them, they are still raw eggs.
Pappara funi-funi pappara hoe-hoe,
Pappara funi-funi beer.
Pappara funi-funi pappara hoe-hoe,
If I don't boil it, it's still a draft beer."
"Malfoy wants to be a beer wench!" giggled Hermione.
"Somehow, they seem a little interested.
Ah, ah, your eyes."
"Green as fresh pickled toad!" one of the twins shouted, much to Ginny's embarassment.
"I'm enchanted, I'm calm, the mood is perfect, too;
Shall I cuddle up to you?"
Malfoy did just what he asked to do, making even Ginny and the Sock Puppets (Sounds like a band, ne?) laugh.
"I'm a naive girl who doesn't know a thing,"
"Malfoy's a transsexual!" somebody added.
"Oh, oh... don't make me say it!
Mm hmm, the best wooing words,
As I expected from you-"
Peoples' laughter was now directed at Harry as well.
"Rararan.
Yan yayanan.
Yan yayanan."
Tears of mirth were coming from Neville's eyes.
"Thank you... I'm sorry.
Ran rararan.
Ran rararan.
Yan yayanan.
Yan yayanan.
Raochuu cheers.
Graduation, hooray.
Writhing in agony,
Seven wins, eight losses.
Survival of the fittest,
Yakiniku set meal."
People were hysterical.
"No, not the eggs!
They're mine!
Oh, eggs! Eggs!"
"Yan, tamago! Tamago!" Roxy said as he bowed, trying to giggle in a demure way.
She forced herself to do the nice thing and snapped, leaving the new star in his regular clothes as the music ended.
"I guess we don't have any more time to play games," she said.
Several people who hadn't been tortured gave disappointed groans.
She snapped once more, and only the cast of the regular game were left.
This is not the end!