Hello all those wonderful people! Thank you, those who actually made the effort, for reviewing. And tons more thanks to the person who, as of the last time I checked the reviews, has decided to let me mangle her personality. You get two thumbs up! *gives thumbs up sign, until she realizes that she doesn't have three thumbs. Pauses to wonder where the other thumb came from...oh it's her toe...how did that get there?* Anyway, there still more space at the theatre for those brave enough to risk showing up. Ticket prices will vary. REVIEW yours today!
{Sarryn and Co. is not responsible for any emotional damage that may occur due to a discrepancy that may occur due to a paucity of information on any individual who wants to come. Personalities can and most likely will be twisted to fit the story line. Be warned}
Chibification and Other Acts of Insanity:
The Revenge of the Hairbrush Stealing, Weasel Mocking, Cottage Cheese Eating Fruit Flies of Death!
Deus pulled the cord again and the curtain closed. From behind the thick fabric a rather interesting range of profanity was being tested for effectiveness, none were particularly effective on the small audience.
"I still say this ain't no movie," Sarryn pouted, crossing her arms petulantly. Deus rolled his eyes and went backstage to prepare the actors for the show, whatever it was.
Before the Goddess of Oblivion could begin chanting, "Movie! Movie!...etc," the Phoenix Guardian covered her mouth with a gloved hand. If anyone is particularly interested in what happened next the author will now tell you: it was a deity fight, you know catfight except with deities.
"Stop fighting you two!" Sarryn yelled dragging her alter egos apart.
"Two? We are you, you know," the Goddess informed her primly looking like she had just been to an expensive salon.
"That's right," the Phoenix Guardian continued slyly, "So we're you and you're us then you're just fighting with yourself."
"You need help, girl," the Goddess said with mock severity. Sarryn stuck out her tongue at the two and a pound of freshly baked, breaded cod fell on their heads followed by a gallon of tartar sauce because you can't have breaded cod without it. If you did it would be plain barbaric...of course Ketchup is an acceptable substitute, but not as good as tartar.
"Just up. I created you and just like that I could un-create you!" she growled as a few drops of tartar sauce splashed across her shoes. With a wave of her hand her black boots were clean again because she was all-powerful in the anime void, even if anonymous penguins kept assaulting her with random weapons. Speaking of penguins...
"Ow!" she yelled as said penguins fell from the ceiling and bounced twice on her head while doing the tango.
"Oh Sarryn," the Goddess said sweetly, sharing a devious glance with the Phoenix Guardian.
"What?"
"Hamsters..." the Phoenix Guardian informed her imperiously.
"Cindy?" Sarryn gasped, eyes beginning to tear up.
"Don't..." the Goddess continued evilly.
"Cindy!"
"BOUNCE!!!" the Phoenix Guardian finished triumphantly.
"No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!!" Sarryn cried bursting into a flood of tears. "I was only four! I didn't know that hamsters don't bounce!" The two alter egos burst out laughing and continued for some time, but we'll ignore them because something more interesting happened.
"Is this where the party is?" a chipper voice asked cutting through the babel (that is how this word is spelled, look it up in the unabridged Webster's Dictionary which is a very, very large book) that was Sarryn and her bickering alter egos. They looked around but saw nothing, well since Sarryn was mostly a little salt-water puddle on the floor she had to solidify before she could do any looking around.
"Is that...god?" Sarryn asked tentatively.
"Oh, I guess my voice came before my body," the disembodied voice explained with chagrin. With a delayed flash of otherwise amazing pyrotechnics a girl with reddish brown hair appeared.
"Who are you?" Sarryn asked in puzzlement. "And how did you get here?"
"I'm known as Liz and I heard of this place and decided to join the fun," the stranger replied cheerfully.
"Will you guys shut up down there?" Deus' voice demanded from backstage.
Liz looked at the stage with burgundy eyes and then back at Sarryn and her companions, "This isn't a movie."
Sarryn and the Phoenix Guardian clamped their hands over the Goddess' mouth before she could say anything.
"Get over it already!" Deus yelled as he reappeared in one of the front row seats. Liz stuck her tongue out at him and settled back in her seat, a stereotypical gray, bug-eyed alien passed a random bag of blue popcorn to her. Wisely she decided not to take it, Sarryn, on the other hand, wasn't so wise and promptly began to pig out.
"Are you all ready?" Deus asked holding the cord that controlled the curtains. "Who is she?"
"She decided to brave the insanity and watch the show," Sarryn replied eating more popcorn.
"Is she growing antennae?" Liz asked the lactose intolerant, pygmy, albino elephant next to her. It shrugged and turned into a beautiful, relatively, butterfly and flew into the theatre lights. Nothing could be done for it and each of its two billion children received some pretty good stuff from its will.
The curtain raised and there stood a rather offended looking Prince Chid of the Duchy of Freid. He cleared his throat and adjusted the miniature scimitar hanging from his belt.
"Welcome esteemed audience to the Escaflowne rendition of 'The Revenge of the Hairbrush Stealing, Weasel Mocking, Cottage Cheese Eating Fruit Flies of Death!' We ask that no flash photography be used in case it drives certain members insane," he said blandly. He gave a little bow and fled from the spotlight.
"Interesting...VERY interesting," Liz muttered holding something in her hand.
The lights on stage went up to reveal a very startled looking anonymous penguin finishing urinating on a fake fern. It blushed and waddled away.
Anyway, there was a several minute delay because cleanup had to be called and consulted on the best way to remove penguin urine from fake ferns.
The Goddess and had somehow convinced Liz to join in on the "Movie! Movie!...etc" chant, Sarryn was staring blankly at nothing, nothing unusual there, and the Phoenix Guardian was arguing with a celery stick about the unfairness of Medicare. Deus smacked himself on the forehead and motioned for the actors to begin.
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The answer to all your questions is that if you don't known the answer then I'm not telling you! Please REVIEW lots and the un-movie will continue {Sarryn smacks the Goddess who decides to do the chant} and we'll finally get somewhere. Thanks to for the one description from one person and don't worry next chapter you'll have more lines. Anyone else who wants to come and watch, all you have to do is REVIEW and type about yourself so I don't horrible maim your personality.
{Sarryn and Co. is not responsible for any emotional damage that may occur due to a discrepancy that may occur due to a paucity of information on any individual who wants to come. Personalities can and most likely will be twisted to fit the story line. Be warned}
Chibification and Other Acts of Insanity:
The Revenge of the Hairbrush Stealing, Weasel Mocking, Cottage Cheese Eating Fruit Flies of Death!
Deus pulled the cord again and the curtain closed. From behind the thick fabric a rather interesting range of profanity was being tested for effectiveness, none were particularly effective on the small audience.
"I still say this ain't no movie," Sarryn pouted, crossing her arms petulantly. Deus rolled his eyes and went backstage to prepare the actors for the show, whatever it was.
Before the Goddess of Oblivion could begin chanting, "Movie! Movie!...etc," the Phoenix Guardian covered her mouth with a gloved hand. If anyone is particularly interested in what happened next the author will now tell you: it was a deity fight, you know catfight except with deities.
"Stop fighting you two!" Sarryn yelled dragging her alter egos apart.
"Two? We are you, you know," the Goddess informed her primly looking like she had just been to an expensive salon.
"That's right," the Phoenix Guardian continued slyly, "So we're you and you're us then you're just fighting with yourself."
"You need help, girl," the Goddess said with mock severity. Sarryn stuck out her tongue at the two and a pound of freshly baked, breaded cod fell on their heads followed by a gallon of tartar sauce because you can't have breaded cod without it. If you did it would be plain barbaric...of course Ketchup is an acceptable substitute, but not as good as tartar.
"Just up. I created you and just like that I could un-create you!" she growled as a few drops of tartar sauce splashed across her shoes. With a wave of her hand her black boots were clean again because she was all-powerful in the anime void, even if anonymous penguins kept assaulting her with random weapons. Speaking of penguins...
"Ow!" she yelled as said penguins fell from the ceiling and bounced twice on her head while doing the tango.
"Oh Sarryn," the Goddess said sweetly, sharing a devious glance with the Phoenix Guardian.
"What?"
"Hamsters..." the Phoenix Guardian informed her imperiously.
"Cindy?" Sarryn gasped, eyes beginning to tear up.
"Don't..." the Goddess continued evilly.
"Cindy!"
"BOUNCE!!!" the Phoenix Guardian finished triumphantly.
"No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!!" Sarryn cried bursting into a flood of tears. "I was only four! I didn't know that hamsters don't bounce!" The two alter egos burst out laughing and continued for some time, but we'll ignore them because something more interesting happened.
"Is this where the party is?" a chipper voice asked cutting through the babel (that is how this word is spelled, look it up in the unabridged Webster's Dictionary which is a very, very large book) that was Sarryn and her bickering alter egos. They looked around but saw nothing, well since Sarryn was mostly a little salt-water puddle on the floor she had to solidify before she could do any looking around.
"Is that...god?" Sarryn asked tentatively.
"Oh, I guess my voice came before my body," the disembodied voice explained with chagrin. With a delayed flash of otherwise amazing pyrotechnics a girl with reddish brown hair appeared.
"Who are you?" Sarryn asked in puzzlement. "And how did you get here?"
"I'm known as Liz and I heard of this place and decided to join the fun," the stranger replied cheerfully.
"Will you guys shut up down there?" Deus' voice demanded from backstage.
Liz looked at the stage with burgundy eyes and then back at Sarryn and her companions, "This isn't a movie."
Sarryn and the Phoenix Guardian clamped their hands over the Goddess' mouth before she could say anything.
"Get over it already!" Deus yelled as he reappeared in one of the front row seats. Liz stuck her tongue out at him and settled back in her seat, a stereotypical gray, bug-eyed alien passed a random bag of blue popcorn to her. Wisely she decided not to take it, Sarryn, on the other hand, wasn't so wise and promptly began to pig out.
"Are you all ready?" Deus asked holding the cord that controlled the curtains. "Who is she?"
"She decided to brave the insanity and watch the show," Sarryn replied eating more popcorn.
"Is she growing antennae?" Liz asked the lactose intolerant, pygmy, albino elephant next to her. It shrugged and turned into a beautiful, relatively, butterfly and flew into the theatre lights. Nothing could be done for it and each of its two billion children received some pretty good stuff from its will.
The curtain raised and there stood a rather offended looking Prince Chid of the Duchy of Freid. He cleared his throat and adjusted the miniature scimitar hanging from his belt.
"Welcome esteemed audience to the Escaflowne rendition of 'The Revenge of the Hairbrush Stealing, Weasel Mocking, Cottage Cheese Eating Fruit Flies of Death!' We ask that no flash photography be used in case it drives certain members insane," he said blandly. He gave a little bow and fled from the spotlight.
"Interesting...VERY interesting," Liz muttered holding something in her hand.
The lights on stage went up to reveal a very startled looking anonymous penguin finishing urinating on a fake fern. It blushed and waddled away.
Anyway, there was a several minute delay because cleanup had to be called and consulted on the best way to remove penguin urine from fake ferns.
The Goddess and had somehow convinced Liz to join in on the "Movie! Movie!...etc" chant, Sarryn was staring blankly at nothing, nothing unusual there, and the Phoenix Guardian was arguing with a celery stick about the unfairness of Medicare. Deus smacked himself on the forehead and motioned for the actors to begin.
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The answer to all your questions is that if you don't known the answer then I'm not telling you! Please REVIEW lots and the un-movie will continue {Sarryn smacks the Goddess who decides to do the chant} and we'll finally get somewhere. Thanks to for the one description from one person and don't worry next chapter you'll have more lines. Anyone else who wants to come and watch, all you have to do is REVIEW and type about yourself so I don't horrible maim your personality.