The Other Side of the Door:

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that belongs to somebody else (obviously)

A/N: This is a spoof on knock knock jokes… read, enjoy, and review!

Everyone has sometime in their life told a knock knock joke. I mean, how could you call yourself human if you hadn't? But what about the people who are in those jokes? How would you like to have a hilariously funny name? Could you imagine the embarrassment? I have started an organization to help these people. I call it: "The Other Side of the Door." But to keep this worthwhile organization going, I need financial support. Please give.

I've written this fic to try to describe one of our sessions and to convince the goodhearted people out there to reach into their pockets and give! By the way, my name is Cathy.

"Hello everybody, how are you doing?" I say. "Could you all sit down please? Thank you. Now, we're going to go around the room, and could each person introduce themselves and say why they are here? I'll start. My name is Cathy Neilson and I am here because I run the place. I have a normal name, so do not need name-support."

A lady stands up and says, "My name is Madame Footskaut Inda Door. I am here because I have been ashamed of my name for my whole life. Especially since I got a job selling for Avon and whenever they ask my name, I tell them. They always laugh at me." Madame Footskaut Inda Door burst into tears.

"That's terrible," I say. "Some people are very mean."

Eventually Madame Footskaut Inda Door stops crying.

A very large man stands up and asks, "Is it almost my turn?"

"Yes, you can go next."

"My name is Hugh Gass. I'm here because people always seem to be making jokes about my weight."

Everyone in the room starts laughing, even me. "I can't see why they would do that." I say, once I've stopped laughing.

"Ookay… you're next," I say to the next person.

"My name is Joe and I'm an alcoholic. And a Canadian… eh."

"Um… I think you've got the wrong room," I say, "I think you want 'Help for Beer Commercial Alcoholics.'"

"That might be it, eh." Says Joe, "Actually, there's noo doot aboot it! Do you know if they have a 'Help for Addiction to Fur Trading' Also-"

"Um… I think you should go," I say, pushing him out the door into the hallway.

A/N: Pretty retarded, I know, but I felt like writing it. I'll add more next chapter… read, enjoy, and review!