--I don't own the cigarette companys I mentioned.--
(The lights go dark. The fic appears in black and white and porno music plays.)
KITTEN: NWO!!
Tracey: Oh brother.
Felicia: GASP! REAL AMERICAN! DIESEL! RAZOR RAMON! XD
Sarah: Heh!
DT: DIE YOU ROCKY KILLING BASTARDS!
Kitten: (glomps Nash) Can I play wit youse hair?! XD
Nash: Um..Okay.
Austin: Ugh! You bastards!
Crowd: What?
Austin: You liars!
Crowd: What?
Austin: You lowlives!
Crowd: What?
Austin: You male bitches!
Crowd: What?
Austin: ...I am running outta words again...
Tracey: AUSTIN! Wait! No! I don't like you!
Austin: It's a little girl!
Crowd: What?
Austin: A female!
Crowd: What?
Austin: A woman!
Crowd: What?
Austin: A chica!
Crowd: What?
Felicia: ..This is getting annoying.
Eliseth: You can say that again!
Felicia: ..This is getting annoying.
Eliseth: You can say that again!
Felicia: ..This is getting annoying.
Eliseth: You can--HEY! Shut up!
Felicia: -^_^-
Tracey: (Points to NWO) I don't want this cancer in the fic!
Hogan: We aren't here to destroy the fic! We're here to make it better!
Twst: (mesmerized by the NWO's ability to make things black and white)
Aya: Twst, sweetie, it's not the NWO that makes it--(decides against telling her)
Scott: Hey, yo. (looks adoringly at the Steve's can of beer.)
Nash: Not you, bro.
Scott: x.x
Felicia: -glomps onto Hogan- Can I come home with you?
Aya: Oy, please. He's old enough to be your grand--(Hogan looks at her) Brother!
Ocy: (Reading a TV guide) DUDE! The Grammys are Tuesday!
Twst: DUDE! I have another idea!
Felicia: -sniff- I wanna go to the grammys.
Twst: Exactly. Let's bring the Grammys to US!
Everyone: o_o
Tracey: Oh my.
Felicia: XD! Dude! I got this balloon! -Plays with it-
Nash: ..This chick is amused by a balloon..
Kitten: COOL! What does it say?!
Felicia: -reads- Tri-Cities Tobacco Reduction Agency..
Tracey: COOL! I think it wants us to smoke!
Sarah: Does this mean the balloon has powers?
Twst: Does anyone care about the Grammys? x.x
Eliseth: ..No.
Felicia: SPEAK TO ME BALLOON! XD
Balloon: -flows over by the wind-
Aya: IT'S A SIGN!
Ocy: But what does it want us to smoke?
Hall: Does it want us to drink, too? XD
Hogan: Not you.
Hall: Damn it.
DT: I say we follow the balloon's advice and smoke.
Ocy: -annoyed- Yes, but WHAT?
DT: WEED!
Sarah: CIGS!
Tracey: CIGARS!
Felicia: PIPES!
Kitten: JERICHO!
Jericho: HEY! Wait! I am not a cig!
Tracey: -not listening- YES! Kitten, you're a genius! We can brand him, and package him, and test him out, put him in a box and sell him!
Kitten: -^_^-
Jericho: But I am not--
Tracey and Kitten: -devious crazy laughter-
Everyone but them: O_o;;;
VFW: Now this is going to be interesting.
Kitten: You get the boxes, I'll tie him down.
Jericho: WHAT?! No!
Kitten: -ties him tightly to a chair- Don't worry, you'll feel extreme amounts of pain, but it'll be done in a few hours.
Jericho: -whimper-
Tracey: -back with the boxes, which highly resemble Marboro cigarette boxes- Got the boxes!
Jericho: They're so small! I can't fit into those! I am two hundred and thirty pounds, damn it! And six feet, at that.
Kitten: Well, DUH! We realized that. What do you think we are, stupid?
Everyone: -murmur-
Tracey: We're gonna sell you by the SHREDS!
Jericho: O_O NO! I am too pretty! I am too hot! I AM TOO SEXAY DAMN IT! XD
B and C: Amen to that! -licks lips-
Kitten: Hand me the chainsaw, Traceyness.
Tracey: -hands her the chainsaw-
Jericho: What are you going to...AHHHHHHHH! The pain!
TBC...Jericho's in pain, and it's not from the chainsaw! Will Twst ever get to see her grammys? God damn it, will the balloon show the real meaning of life?! Find out..When I post another chapter..
(The lights go dark. The fic appears in black and white and porno music plays.)
KITTEN: NWO!!
Tracey: Oh brother.
Felicia: GASP! REAL AMERICAN! DIESEL! RAZOR RAMON! XD
Sarah: Heh!
DT: DIE YOU ROCKY KILLING BASTARDS!
Kitten: (glomps Nash) Can I play wit youse hair?! XD
Nash: Um..Okay.
Austin: Ugh! You bastards!
Crowd: What?
Austin: You liars!
Crowd: What?
Austin: You lowlives!
Crowd: What?
Austin: You male bitches!
Crowd: What?
Austin: ...I am running outta words again...
Tracey: AUSTIN! Wait! No! I don't like you!
Austin: It's a little girl!
Crowd: What?
Austin: A female!
Crowd: What?
Austin: A woman!
Crowd: What?
Austin: A chica!
Crowd: What?
Felicia: ..This is getting annoying.
Eliseth: You can say that again!
Felicia: ..This is getting annoying.
Eliseth: You can say that again!
Felicia: ..This is getting annoying.
Eliseth: You can--HEY! Shut up!
Felicia: -^_^-
Tracey: (Points to NWO) I don't want this cancer in the fic!
Hogan: We aren't here to destroy the fic! We're here to make it better!
Twst: (mesmerized by the NWO's ability to make things black and white)
Aya: Twst, sweetie, it's not the NWO that makes it--(decides against telling her)
Scott: Hey, yo. (looks adoringly at the Steve's can of beer.)
Nash: Not you, bro.
Scott: x.x
Felicia: -glomps onto Hogan- Can I come home with you?
Aya: Oy, please. He's old enough to be your grand--(Hogan looks at her) Brother!
Ocy: (Reading a TV guide) DUDE! The Grammys are Tuesday!
Twst: DUDE! I have another idea!
Felicia: -sniff- I wanna go to the grammys.
Twst: Exactly. Let's bring the Grammys to US!
Everyone: o_o
Tracey: Oh my.
Felicia: XD! Dude! I got this balloon! -Plays with it-
Nash: ..This chick is amused by a balloon..
Kitten: COOL! What does it say?!
Felicia: -reads- Tri-Cities Tobacco Reduction Agency..
Tracey: COOL! I think it wants us to smoke!
Sarah: Does this mean the balloon has powers?
Twst: Does anyone care about the Grammys? x.x
Eliseth: ..No.
Felicia: SPEAK TO ME BALLOON! XD
Balloon: -flows over by the wind-
Aya: IT'S A SIGN!
Ocy: But what does it want us to smoke?
Hall: Does it want us to drink, too? XD
Hogan: Not you.
Hall: Damn it.
DT: I say we follow the balloon's advice and smoke.
Ocy: -annoyed- Yes, but WHAT?
DT: WEED!
Sarah: CIGS!
Tracey: CIGARS!
Felicia: PIPES!
Kitten: JERICHO!
Jericho: HEY! Wait! I am not a cig!
Tracey: -not listening- YES! Kitten, you're a genius! We can brand him, and package him, and test him out, put him in a box and sell him!
Kitten: -^_^-
Jericho: But I am not--
Tracey and Kitten: -devious crazy laughter-
Everyone but them: O_o;;;
VFW: Now this is going to be interesting.
Kitten: You get the boxes, I'll tie him down.
Jericho: WHAT?! No!
Kitten: -ties him tightly to a chair- Don't worry, you'll feel extreme amounts of pain, but it'll be done in a few hours.
Jericho: -whimper-
Tracey: -back with the boxes, which highly resemble Marboro cigarette boxes- Got the boxes!
Jericho: They're so small! I can't fit into those! I am two hundred and thirty pounds, damn it! And six feet, at that.
Kitten: Well, DUH! We realized that. What do you think we are, stupid?
Everyone: -murmur-
Tracey: We're gonna sell you by the SHREDS!
Jericho: O_O NO! I am too pretty! I am too hot! I AM TOO SEXAY DAMN IT! XD
B and C: Amen to that! -licks lips-
Kitten: Hand me the chainsaw, Traceyness.
Tracey: -hands her the chainsaw-
Jericho: What are you going to...AHHHHHHHH! The pain!
TBC...Jericho's in pain, and it's not from the chainsaw! Will Twst ever get to see her grammys? God damn it, will the balloon show the real meaning of life?! Find out..When I post another chapter..