Who Was It?

"So do ya know what that voice thing was?" Original Cindy asked, about 20 minutes after Asha literally "Left the building."

"I don't know, it was proably Sketch-" Max was cut off.

"But he was right beside me." Original Cindy said.

"Then who, or what was it?" Max asked herself.

"Hey, hope I'm not interrupting anything," Alec said as he came to join them.

"Oh, no, you're fine boo."

"Hey, um do you think that you could get Logan over here? And Sketchy too? We need to talk," Max requested to Alec. "Sure, whatever." He was back in a second.

"Ok, so do we know what that voice was?" Max asked everyone.

"Well, it sounded a little like Madonna," Logan commented. Max hit him.

"Really, we need to know. I don't have any idea why, but that's what the writer's telling me to figure out."

"Hey!" LoganFan701 exclaimed. But of course no one listens to the writer.

"Hey everybody!!!!!" Everyone gasped at who just talked. Except Sketchy, he was already drunk and playing with Mr. Miller Light.

"Zack?" Max exclaimed. "What are you doing here? How are you here? How long have you been alive?" She continued with this until they reached her final, 67th question: "What did they do to your face?"

"Easy, easy Max," Zack said, stepping away from the window. "I brought beer." Sketchy suddenly looked up. "Beer?" He said. Original Cindy smacked him.

"Yeah, sure Sketchy, want some?" Zack held out the beer to Sketchy.

"Oh yeah," Sketchy replied.

"And doom falls on all of us," Original Cindy muttered.

"How?"

"Sketchy's having his 93rd drink tonight."

"But we didn't have that much beer to give him," Logan said, still confused.

"Oh, you don't know what he can do to other things to make beer," she said, looking around. "Still, who was that voice?"