Everything Explained
"I played the voice," Zack explained. "You don't know how well I can do voiceovers. I was actually on a rope outside the window but I made it sound like it was from a corner."
"But why? Why Zack, why? And, don't forget, you still have to tell me what happened to your face," Max pressured him.
"It got sat on, by a tiger, in Nigeria," Zack answered sadly.
"Really?" Everyone asked in unison.
"No. Actually, I just got a plastic surgery job. Now I look like Alec Trebec! Isn't that cool?" Everyone stared at him.
"Right..." Logan mumbled.
"Ok, at least she's gone. I couldn't stand her for another minute. Thanks," Max said to Zack.
"No prob."
"Where is she now?" Original Cindy asked.
"Under the boardwalk."
"Really?"
"No, she's homeless and helpless and all those other 'lesses trying to find some food down at South Market Street."
"Well, good," Logan said.
"Yeah," Alec added.
"Just shut up!!" Max cried out. The party went on until 5:00 A.M. when Sketchy finally dosed off after his 290th drink. "Pretty whack," Original Cindy had said. Logan fell asleep in his chair while working on "work" (Heroes) and Max fell asleep on his couch. Sketchy was not to be removed, for fear of injury, and Alec "Yeahed" his way home. Everything was good, until the squirrel howled at 7:00. How a squirrel can howl, don't ask me, but this is a fic so I can do whatever I want...
"I played the voice," Zack explained. "You don't know how well I can do voiceovers. I was actually on a rope outside the window but I made it sound like it was from a corner."
"But why? Why Zack, why? And, don't forget, you still have to tell me what happened to your face," Max pressured him.
"It got sat on, by a tiger, in Nigeria," Zack answered sadly.
"Really?" Everyone asked in unison.
"No. Actually, I just got a plastic surgery job. Now I look like Alec Trebec! Isn't that cool?" Everyone stared at him.
"Right..." Logan mumbled.
"Ok, at least she's gone. I couldn't stand her for another minute. Thanks," Max said to Zack.
"No prob."
"Where is she now?" Original Cindy asked.
"Under the boardwalk."
"Really?"
"No, she's homeless and helpless and all those other 'lesses trying to find some food down at South Market Street."
"Well, good," Logan said.
"Yeah," Alec added.
"Just shut up!!" Max cried out. The party went on until 5:00 A.M. when Sketchy finally dosed off after his 290th drink. "Pretty whack," Original Cindy had said. Logan fell asleep in his chair while working on "work" (Heroes) and Max fell asleep on his couch. Sketchy was not to be removed, for fear of injury, and Alec "Yeahed" his way home. Everything was good, until the squirrel howled at 7:00. How a squirrel can howl, don't ask me, but this is a fic so I can do whatever I want...
