Disclaimer~~ I AM SOOOOOO INCREDIBLY HYPER RIGHT NOW!!!! YEEEEEEEEEEE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! And yes, all the people in this fic are real. Jeff, Pete, Rachie, Cale, Dan, and Ally are all real. And if you're that stupid so are Mr. Vasquez and Mr. Dirge.

Sarah, Ally, & Rachie: awwwwwww mah poor lil Jhonen ::smother him with bone crushing hugs::

Jhonen: ow. pain. Pain no feel good

Jeff: ::stuffing his face with cookies::

Pete: ::running around with Spider Man underwear on his head:: I'M A PRETTY LADY!!!!!!

Dan: ::sitting in the corner and chanting:: I'm not a muffin. I'm not a muffin. I'm not a muffin..

Roman: ::whacking Cale over the head with his soup ladle:: DIE EVIL LOBSTER QUEEN!! DIEEEEEEEE!!!

Jhonen: ::having his personal space invaded::

SUDDENLY!!!!!!!!

Jeff: ::drops box of cookies:: GUYS!! I THINK I-I-I HAVE AN IDEA!!

Sarah: ::shocked:: WHAT'S NEXT?!!? THE APOCALYPSE!??!

Pete: ::passes out::

Ally & Rachie: SWEET MOTHER OF JHONEN!!!!

Jhonen's Mother: ::walks in:: Yes?

Jhonen: MOMMYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!

Jhonen's "Mommy": Hello son who has become probably the freakiest artist this earth has ever seen. How are things?

Jhonen: Well, besides the fact that three psycho, screaming fangirls are squeezing my innards into the shape and thickness of a piece of paper things are pretty good.

Jhonen's Mommy: Yea that's nice. Whelp, I best be goin'. We're out of meat sauce and fathers a bit on the hysterical side. BYE NOW! ::jumps out the window and flies away::

Roman: ::going through his backpack:: Hey look! Chinese take out from ::sniff:: 1992!!! Hmmm.I could sell this on E-Bay..

Jeff: ::ahem:: I had an idea remember?

Ally: Oh yea, our bad.

Jeff: Well, I was thinking-

Everyone: ::gasp::

Jeff: SHUT UP!! As I was saying, I was think-

::PHONE RINGS:: Rachie: ::picks up phone:: Hello this is Pinky Poo Funeral Home. The more people die the more money we make. How may I help you?

Dude on Phone: ::creepy voice:: Hello Clairence. Are you alone?

Rachie: Sorry this isn't Clairence. She lives down the street.

Rapist Dude: Oops! Sorry if I disturbed you. Um.. who you happen to know her number?

Rachie: yea it's 1-800- UR-A-DUMBASS. HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO!!

::slams receiver down::

Jhonen: Who was it?

Rachie: ::shrugs:: telemarketer I guess

Jeff: BACK TO MY IDEA!!!!

Roman: "C" IS FOR COOKIE!!

Jhonen: And "D" is for DOOM! ::insert demonic laughter here::

Everyone: O.O

Jhonen: ::ahem:: As you were saying, Jeffery?

Jeff: Why thank you. My idea is-

MUAHAHAHA!!! CLIFF HANGER!!!!

I is so evil. HAVE A NICE DAY!!! - Fish Stix, the Monster That Lives In Your Closet