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Chapter 1- Fantasy

Zell: Okay. 5-4-3-2-1.. we're on the air!

Sexy-Angel: Welcome to K--S-T-A-R! This is the new Karaoke Radio Station. Every day we got new people singing you peoples favorite songs! We always have special guests here! The fun never ends! I'm here working with my CO- hostess Racing Angel.

Racing_Angel: Well, hi. There's also 4 guys that works with us! Angel's boy, Squall Leonheart, MY man Seifer Almasy, Hot-dog boy Zell Dincht, and the *sighs* the pimpin' cowboy that no one wants Irvine.

Irvine: I resent that! I'm wanted!

Racing: Name one person besides Selphie.

Irvine: *pauses and thinks and points to Sexy Angel* Her!

Sexy-Angel: *bursts out laughing*

Irvine: See? She appreciates me. *smiles and winks at Angel*

Squall: *takes out his gunblade* What did you say??

Seifer: Say Good night to Irvines "ponytail". And I aint talking about his hair either.

Everyone: Laughs

Sexy-Angel: *pats Squalls shoulder* Its okay Squall. That was funny.

Zell: Suuuuuure.

Seifer: *looks in amazement* WoW! Chicken-Wuss iz being sarcastic!

Zell: Shad up!

Racing_Angel: Whatevers. *goes back to the mic* Sometime to night... *sighs* Irvine is the first person to sing....

Irvine: *interrupts* Yup! Its my kinda song!

Squall: Thats what were afraid of.

Racing_Angel: ANYWAYS! Selphie is going to sing with him.....

Sexy-Angel:What kinda song is that????

Seifer: You dipshit! Squall's stupidity's rubbing off on you. *chuckles* He's singing "Fantasy" By: Ludacrius Sexy-Angel: I just wanted know. *pouts* MEANIE!

Zell: She's pulling a Rinoa on us here.

Sexy-Angel: Uh-uh. YOU JUST DIDN'T SAY THAT!?

Seifer: *slaps head* Here she goes again. P.M.Sin.

Racing: Poor Squall. Hate to see when that time of the month comes.

Zell: Haahaa! Its not a monthly thing. Its EVERYDAY.

Sexy-Angel: *grabs Squall's gunblade and points it at Zell's face* TAKE IT BACK!

Zell: Tch. Fine.

Irvine: *sighs* They have a point though . u P.M.S. too much. *ducks and hold his ponytail*

Seifer: Premadona.

Racing_Angel: And they say girls are the ones obessed with their looks. *points at Irvine* That's before HE came along.

Irvine: *glares at Racing* At least I don't have a scar like dat freak standing next to you.

Seifer: *smirks* Dumbshit. Im not the only one with a scar. *takes out his Hyperion* I'm not a freak like you cowboy!

Zell: Irvine you might as well wear a sign saying "Kill me Im a idiot.". *laughs* And people say I'm a crybaby.

Irvine: LEAVE ME ALONE! At least I don't cry when Seifer calls me names.

Racing_Angel: *rolls eyes*

Sexy_Angel: I wouldn't cut off his ponytail. Without it he would be VERY ugly.

Racing_Angel: *snickers* Like he looks any better now.

Irvine: No wonder your with Seifer.

Seifer: *frowns and lunges at Irvine but stops his Hyperion before it hits his "gun"* You best be taking that back! If you want that THING working when Selphie comes.

Irvine: *looks worried and gulps* Sorry Seifer....

Sexy-Angel: I Don't want to see a de-manning thing today.

Squall:........

Racing_Angel: *sighs* We got to start the show now! *looks at the door* Come on in Selphie!!

Selphie: *comes walking in and glares at Irvine*

Irvine: *gulps*

Zell: Better make him sing before Selphie does what Seifer didn't do.

Racing_Angel: Okay okay! Irvine and Selphie are gunna sing the song "Fantasy"

::the lights dim and we see Irvine and Selphie with mics waiting for the music::

Racing_Angel: Um... Angel?

Sexy_Angel: What?

Racing_Angel: Did you bring the CD?

Sexy_Angel: Yea. *hands it to Racing*

Racing_Angel: Thanks. *puts on the CD*

Irvine: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now give it to me now, give it to me now

Selphie: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now give it to me now...

Irvine: I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo' Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

Selphie: I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo' Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

Zell: Count on Irvine to sing a sick song like this.

Squall: *smircks* Just wait till Chapter 6.

Racing_Angel: Oy vey O.o

Irvine: I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo' Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

Selphie: I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo' Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

Irvine: I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo' Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

Selphie: I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo' Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

Irvine: I wanna get you in the bath tub with the candle lit you give it up till they go out or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert cause you know I got sold out or red carpet dick could just roll out go 'head and scream you can't hold out we can do it in the pouring rain runnin the train when it's hot or cold out how 'bout in the library on top of books but you can't be too loud you wanna make a brother beg for it give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud we can do it in the white house tryna make them turn the lights out champaign with my campaign let me do the damn thing what's my name, what's my name, what's my name a sauna, jacuzzi in the back row at the movie You can stratch my back and rule me You can push me or just pull me on hay in middle of the barn (woo) rose pedals on the silk sheets uh eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet

Seifer: Makes you think what he does in HIS spare time.

Racing_Angel: I feel soooo sorry for Selphie.

Zell: Who wouldn't?

Seifer: Yea. Irvine trying to rape her every 5 seconds.

Irvine: I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo' Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

Selphie: I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo' Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

Irvine: I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo' Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

Selphie: I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo' Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

Irvine: wanna get you in the back seat windows up that's the way you like to fuck, clogged up fog alert Rip the pants and rip the shirt, ruff sex make it hurt in the garden all in the dir Roll around Georgia Brown that's the way I like it twerk Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid In the sun or up in the shade on the top of my escalade Maybe your girl and my friend can trade; tag team, off the ropes! On the ocean or in the boat! Factories or on hundred spokes! What about up in the candy sto' that chocolate chocolate make it melt Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little booty up with my belt Scream help play my game; dracula man I'll get my fangs Horseback and I'll get my reigns, school teacher let me get my brains

Irvine: I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo' Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

Selphie: I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo' Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

:: The music stops and we see Irvine trying to kiss Selphie::

Irvine: Come on Selphie baby!

Selphie: *slaps him* MEANIE!!

Racing_Angel: Like who didn't see this coming?

Irvine:*rubs his cheek* Aww.. come on Selphie. Your the only girl I love.

Selphie: *turns her back* Thats not what you said earlier Irvy!

Seifer: We shouldv'e made this a another type of Jerry Springer.

Racing_Angel: Or better yet.. a WWE event thing.

Irvine: Selpie?? Darling?? I can make it up to you! *beggs*

Squall: *rolls eyes* Now he went from horney cowboy, to Selphie's bitch.

Seifer: WoW!! Puberty boy ACTUALLY said something!!

Racing_Angel: Other than his "...." and "...whatever".

Zell: *laughs so hard he starts to cry*

Seifer: *points to Zell* Told you he was a crybaby!

Selphie: *turns around and looks at Irvine* THBT :p!!!

Irvine: *starts to tug on Selphie's dress* Come one Selphie darling! I'm sory! Your the only one for me!

Selphie: Humph. *turn backs around*

Zell: Is this ever gunna end?

Seifer: SHHHHH!!! Your ruining the movie! *throws popcorn at Zell*

Racing_Angel: *laughs* This is some funny shit! Irvine squirming! *laughs so hard she falls off her chair*

Irvine: *starts to tear* Come on Selpie! I love you! I only act that way becuz.... *thinks* I'm a sniper! I was always lonely...

Sexy_angel: Aww... Poor Irv.....He was always alone.... it's okay Irv...you're not anymmore....

Squall:*Looks hurt* I was too.....

Sexy_Angel: I know......Poor Squally and Irv.....*Comforts Squall* You're definitely not alone any more.....

Selphie:*Half crying* LIAR!!!!! YOU ALWAYS FLIRT WITH OTHER GURLS!!!!!!!! *Runs and locks herself in the bathroom*

Irvine: SELPHIE!!!! *Looks at the ground* SHIT!!!

Zell: Uh...As intersting as all this is.....We have to wrap it up here....

Sexy_Angel: Okay...Well that's all the time we have today on K-S-T-A-R the new Karaoke Station.....

Racing_Angel: More like after skoo special !!!!!

Sexy_Angel: hope you enjoyed the very first broadcasting of K-S-T-A-R... Tune in next time when we will have Seifer and Squall Sing two very special songs and We'll also find out what happens with Irv and Selphie.....Have A Great Night!!!!

Racing_Angel: We should call this a Soap Opera. "As Irvine and Selphie Break Up".

Seifer: *smirks and picks Racing up* Lets go.

::Racing nods and they leave::