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Okay I seem to be a bit on a roll with this whole charmed-o-rama thing, i keep coming up with new crappy ideas (I think it's cos I can't think of any for Charmeded!!! HOWEVER I DO have 3 or 4 eps of the 2nd series all done. Applaud me. DO IT!!!!!!) but I tink this is getting offensive for being so rubbish so this could COULD COULD BUT ONLY COULD be the concluding chapter. Unless y'guys push me, you wretched little pigdogs.
I have also concluded that I have a fan. You know who you are, kid. Unless you don't. CLUE: I think you wrote 1/2 the reviews for this story!!! THANK YOU!!!
Chapter Sept. Likes.
Piper finally emerges from the attic four months after the "Teddy Bear Incident". She still remembers her curse on her sisters, and is just about to get to the point where she realises that in cursing a plague on both their houses, she has in turn plagued HER house! Shhh here it comes.
"Oh f*ck!"
Ha ha! There we have it, dumbo Piper just realised she cursed herself! Fantastic!!!
Prue and The Young Wench Pixie (aka Phoebe) were downstairs enjoying a bowl of Lucky Charmed's (ba boom boom chaaaaaa = my coolio drum roll) when they heard Piper's revelation.
"Was that Piper? It's been a while!" said Phoebe, reluctantly pausing in her munching of the cereal to say something. Oh wait - she already did.
"Could've been" was Prue's curt reply. She didn't really have time for Phoebe these days. Of course, when did she ever in the past anyway? Okay then...
Seething, Piper stormed into the kitchen and stared at her sisters. She didn't say a word. There was a long pause while the two cereal-fanatics stared right back.
"Morning!" said Phoebe eventually.
"Good morn" replied Piper. Morn? What kind of idiot says... uh oh - she must still be into all that Shakespearian talking type affair! "Thou must be mine youngest wench, Pixie. And thou art? Prudencia?"
Prue nodded. She couldn't be bothered with Piper's idiocy so decided to humour her rather than throwing her into the wall. This time.
"When're you gonna shake that Shapkespearian problem?" Phoebe asked bluntly.
Piper's head snapped back in offence. "What, ho? Thou... thou unhallow'ed wench! 'Tis not a problem - 'tis but a habit. And not e'ery habit is wicked, like thine callous face. Zounds! Confound thou! Zounds!" she yelled.
Phoebe's eyebrows rose first in shock, then in confusion. "Zounds? Prue?"
"Huh?" Prue looked blank for a second. "Oh! Zounds! That was like a swear word."
Phoebe blinked. "Okay, Piper, you really gotta sort this swearing problem-"
"Hast thou not listen'ed to but one word flowing from the river of my speech? Sweet ho with harden'ed eye, 'tis not a suchlike problem, but simply a smallst habit. And is't not trueth that not e'ery habit is wicked, like thine callous heart? Zounds! Confound you - a plague! Thou hast controlleth and consorted and winneth again and again, ay, but I shallst beat you yet, young sir, for 'tis I who beholdeth the... beholdeth the... the, um..."
"Looks like you got Shakespearian tongue-tied, Pipe-player!" Phoebe laughed. Piper scowled at her.
"Ah screw it! I can't be bothered anymore!" Piper screeched, much to Prue's amusement.
"Shouldn't that be bother'ed?" Prue mocked.
"F*ck you you little crapweasel!" Piper smacked Prue over the face with the Lucky Charmed's box.
She noticed the cover. "Lucky Charmed's? Are these custom made?"
Suddenly, the table collapsed and everything poured all over the floor. Milk slithered under the cupboards, Lucky Charmed's tumbled and mingled with the rug and Prue's left shoe, orange juice gushed over, into and under Prue's right shoe. It was not a good day to be Prue's shoes. Then the light shuddered before falling, cable still attached heading right for the wet floor.
"Get out of the milk!" Prue yelled, before jumping on the counter. Phoebe levitated herself pathetically and Piper stayed where she was, because she hadn't really entered the room in the first place. The light landed on the floor, there was a buzzing sound zapping through the house and they were plunged into darkness.
A moment passed, then:
"Where's the daylight?" Piper's voice sounded annoyance and confusion.
"It's night, dumbass" Prue replied. "It's like," there was a gap in Prue's sentance, then a small blue light glowed as Prue pressed it on her digital watch. "three AM"
"You were eating cereal at three AM." Piper stated more than questioned.
Their pleasant dialogue was interrupted by the young wench Pixie shouting "Oh my god - it's the curse! It's the curse!"
The two older sisters waited not-so-patiently for Phoebe to expand. Piper placed a foot in the fried milk and got a small electric shock. She liked it. Prue picked up the empty box of Lucky Charmed's and aimed for Phoebe's head. From the sound of the cry of pain, she thought she might have hit Piper instead. Oh well, that was good enough!
Phoebe went on. "Piper said 'a plague on both your houses' - this is SO the beginning of the plague!"
What Phoebe said made sense. Piper had effectively ruined the buyer value of their f*ck-off pink mansion by making it evil.
"Good one, dipshit" Prue said.
The good chair collapsed.
Piper eye's had finished adjusting to the limited light. She went through to the living room.
"Oh my god!" she gasped.
THE END.
Okay I seem to be a bit on a roll with this whole charmed-o-rama thing, i keep coming up with new crappy ideas (I think it's cos I can't think of any for Charmeded!!! HOWEVER I DO have 3 or 4 eps of the 2nd series all done. Applaud me. DO IT!!!!!!) but I tink this is getting offensive for being so rubbish so this could COULD COULD BUT ONLY COULD be the concluding chapter. Unless y'guys push me, you wretched little pigdogs.
I have also concluded that I have a fan. You know who you are, kid. Unless you don't. CLUE: I think you wrote 1/2 the reviews for this story!!! THANK YOU!!!
Chapter Sept. Likes.
Piper finally emerges from the attic four months after the "Teddy Bear Incident". She still remembers her curse on her sisters, and is just about to get to the point where she realises that in cursing a plague on both their houses, she has in turn plagued HER house! Shhh here it comes.
"Oh f*ck!"
Ha ha! There we have it, dumbo Piper just realised she cursed herself! Fantastic!!!
Prue and The Young Wench Pixie (aka Phoebe) were downstairs enjoying a bowl of Lucky Charmed's (ba boom boom chaaaaaa = my coolio drum roll) when they heard Piper's revelation.
"Was that Piper? It's been a while!" said Phoebe, reluctantly pausing in her munching of the cereal to say something. Oh wait - she already did.
"Could've been" was Prue's curt reply. She didn't really have time for Phoebe these days. Of course, when did she ever in the past anyway? Okay then...
Seething, Piper stormed into the kitchen and stared at her sisters. She didn't say a word. There was a long pause while the two cereal-fanatics stared right back.
"Morning!" said Phoebe eventually.
"Good morn" replied Piper. Morn? What kind of idiot says... uh oh - she must still be into all that Shakespearian talking type affair! "Thou must be mine youngest wench, Pixie. And thou art? Prudencia?"
Prue nodded. She couldn't be bothered with Piper's idiocy so decided to humour her rather than throwing her into the wall. This time.
"When're you gonna shake that Shapkespearian problem?" Phoebe asked bluntly.
Piper's head snapped back in offence. "What, ho? Thou... thou unhallow'ed wench! 'Tis not a problem - 'tis but a habit. And not e'ery habit is wicked, like thine callous face. Zounds! Confound thou! Zounds!" she yelled.
Phoebe's eyebrows rose first in shock, then in confusion. "Zounds? Prue?"
"Huh?" Prue looked blank for a second. "Oh! Zounds! That was like a swear word."
Phoebe blinked. "Okay, Piper, you really gotta sort this swearing problem-"
"Hast thou not listen'ed to but one word flowing from the river of my speech? Sweet ho with harden'ed eye, 'tis not a suchlike problem, but simply a smallst habit. And is't not trueth that not e'ery habit is wicked, like thine callous heart? Zounds! Confound you - a plague! Thou hast controlleth and consorted and winneth again and again, ay, but I shallst beat you yet, young sir, for 'tis I who beholdeth the... beholdeth the... the, um..."
"Looks like you got Shakespearian tongue-tied, Pipe-player!" Phoebe laughed. Piper scowled at her.
"Ah screw it! I can't be bothered anymore!" Piper screeched, much to Prue's amusement.
"Shouldn't that be bother'ed?" Prue mocked.
"F*ck you you little crapweasel!" Piper smacked Prue over the face with the Lucky Charmed's box.
She noticed the cover. "Lucky Charmed's? Are these custom made?"
Suddenly, the table collapsed and everything poured all over the floor. Milk slithered under the cupboards, Lucky Charmed's tumbled and mingled with the rug and Prue's left shoe, orange juice gushed over, into and under Prue's right shoe. It was not a good day to be Prue's shoes. Then the light shuddered before falling, cable still attached heading right for the wet floor.
"Get out of the milk!" Prue yelled, before jumping on the counter. Phoebe levitated herself pathetically and Piper stayed where she was, because she hadn't really entered the room in the first place. The light landed on the floor, there was a buzzing sound zapping through the house and they were plunged into darkness.
A moment passed, then:
"Where's the daylight?" Piper's voice sounded annoyance and confusion.
"It's night, dumbass" Prue replied. "It's like," there was a gap in Prue's sentance, then a small blue light glowed as Prue pressed it on her digital watch. "three AM"
"You were eating cereal at three AM." Piper stated more than questioned.
Their pleasant dialogue was interrupted by the young wench Pixie shouting "Oh my god - it's the curse! It's the curse!"
The two older sisters waited not-so-patiently for Phoebe to expand. Piper placed a foot in the fried milk and got a small electric shock. She liked it. Prue picked up the empty box of Lucky Charmed's and aimed for Phoebe's head. From the sound of the cry of pain, she thought she might have hit Piper instead. Oh well, that was good enough!
Phoebe went on. "Piper said 'a plague on both your houses' - this is SO the beginning of the plague!"
What Phoebe said made sense. Piper had effectively ruined the buyer value of their f*ck-off pink mansion by making it evil.
"Good one, dipshit" Prue said.
The good chair collapsed.
Piper eye's had finished adjusting to the limited light. She went through to the living room.
"Oh my god!" she gasped.
THE END.