A/N This is the last chapter of Kaz's then my work begins....*braces herself* I need reviews to that I can actually write the chapter. Thanks!
Character belong to Tamora Pierce, these words below this belong to karly_ann134, and Big Brother belongs to.......someone....or....something....
Welcome!
When we last left the housemates, they were just about to find out their tasks for the week.
(BB) Housemates, your task for the week is. To dress up in chicken costumes and learn a synchronised swimming movement in the pool out back!
Neal: What pool?
All: Yeah, what pool?
Neal [to himself] {in sing-songy voice} (to the tune of "you want to hug me, you want to squeeze me.(miss congeniality) they all copied meeeeee, I must be special, I am-a luv-ed, I must be pretty.
All: Shut up Nealan!
Neal: *sobbing* It's Neeaaaaaaaall!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: *sigh* Neal, GROW UP!
Neal: *meekly* Ok.
Me: Okiedokie den, back to the task!
(BB) As I was saying, your task is to dress up in chicken suits which will be provided, and choreograph a synchronised swimming act in the pool which is now in your back yard.
Daine: Oh how splendid! Can I call the swans to help us?
Me: Nope, no, no way, sorry, against the rules.
Daine: oh poo.
Jon: I don't think Kings can threaten their dignity by swimming.
Me: I don't give a damn what Kings can and can't do, I'm the author/director/producer/big-brother so I have power over all of you, King or thief.
George: You'd better not be referring to me, because I am not no thief no more anyways, or not any ol' commoner that speaks with no awful grammar no ways.
Me: Okay.
Delia: Does it have to be chicken costumes? How about a lovely emerald- coloured swimsuit?
Me: NO!
Delia: Blue?
Me: NO!
Delia: Aqua?
Me: NO!
Delia: Purple?
Me: NO!
Delia: Yellow?
Me: NO! Delia: ANY colour swimsuit?
Me: Well.
*Delia uses puppy eyes*
Me: Uh! Fine!
*Swimsuit appears in front of Delia. *Is almost in pieces, has blue bits, orange bits, pink bits, red bits, patched bits and torn bits* *And is faded*
Delia: Ewww. Me: It's that or the chicken suit, lovey.
Delia: *sigh* alright, alright.
Joren: Ok, ok, so we get what we have to do, but why do we have to do it?
Me: So you can earn money.
Joren: Why?
Me: So you can buy food.
Joren: Why?
Me: So you can eat.
Joren: Why?
Me: So you can survive?
Joren: Why?
Me: Well, Joren, I really don't know why people want you to survive, as you are an annoying twit who can't shut up.
Joren: Why?
Me: THAT'S IT!! *Uses author/director/producer/big-brother power to blast Joren to other end of the room*
Me: Muwahahahahahahaaaaa!! You asked for it dimwit!
Joren: Hey! No one calls me a dimwit and gets away with it! *Sword appears in his hand with a shimmery cloud of orange*
Me: HEY! Since when did you get the Gift? An ORANGE Gift?!?!?!
Joren: My turn to laugh - Muwahahahahahahaaaaa - *cough*cough* ok, laugh over now - you nitwits didn't even realise - before Roger was killed a third time, he passed his Gift over to meeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!
Me: Ugh. Can't you evil dudes give it a REST? I mean, seriously, how many attempts have you guys made to take over the world? Think of something more original!
Joren: Uh, well, I mean. hey! Leave us bad guys alone! It's not written in our minds "creativity" just "evil"! It's not our fault!
Me: *taunty voice* yes it is.
Joren: No it isn't.
Me: Is.
Joren: Isn't.
Me: Is.
Joren: Isn't.
Me: IS times a hundred!
Joren: ISN'T times a thousand!
Me: IS times infinity!
Joren: ISN'T times infinity and ten!
Me: IS TIMES INFINITY A THOUSAND TIMES!
Joren: ISN'T TIMES INFINITY A MILLION TIMES!
Me: IS TIMES INFINIY A BILLION TIMES!
Joren: ISN'T TIMES INFINITY A TRILLION TIMES!
Me: IS TIMES INFINITY AN INFINITY TIMES!!! *Pokes tongue out at Joren*
Joren: Bitch!
Me: evil bastard dude!
Joren: Quit the evil dude thing! It's old!
Me: *sigh* can't we settle this like mature adults?
Joren: No!
Me: I thought as much. You're just an immature baby.
Joren: *crying* I am not!!!!!!!!!
Me: Baby, baby, Joren is a baby. Joren: WAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!! Stop being mean!!!!!! *runs off crying into bedroom*
Me: Well that settles that! Joren is officially a baby!
Joren: *screaming from bedroom* Am not you big cow!
Me: You little.! No one calls me that and gets away with it! *Flies into bedroom and kicks Joren's sorry butt from here to Minnesota, which is a long way from Australia.*
Kel: What have you done? Joren-poo, Kelly-welly's coming to save yoooouuuu. .! *Kel runs into room
*Neal looks shocked*Everyone is appalled*We hear banging in bedroom*Kel comes out with mussed up hair*
Kel: D'you think I actually CARED for him? Yah, right. I just kicked his butt further than Minnesota. *winks at me and gives me high five*
Me: Alright, I think we have a winner!
Everyone (but Kel): What?
Me: Kidding, kidding - now, first nominations, then you can start preparing for your task test at the end of the week!
Everyone: Groan.
~*~ The three people up for nominations this week are. - . - . - .
1. JOREN! (Main reason: Kel and that gal (me() kicked his ass. What kind of a guy is he? {Answer: no guy at all}) 2. NEAL! (Main reason: That "Nealan" thing get son your nerves after a while.) 3. DELIA! (Main reason: who wouldn't want to wear a chicken costume?!) ~*~
This is it! I need YOUR votes so that I can write a chapter here! Muahahahahahahaha!!!!!! While I'm at it..I best come up with a funky task test.....hmmmmmm....REVIEW! REVIEW!!!!!!!!!
Keziah: *blushes* Yes, I got the review from karly_ann134's review thing. Omigosh! *blushes even more* That is sooo sweet! Thank you!!!!! *hyperventilates* *weak voice* Not again.....
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte, the Queen of Fluff
Character belong to Tamora Pierce, these words below this belong to karly_ann134, and Big Brother belongs to.......someone....or....something....
Welcome!
When we last left the housemates, they were just about to find out their tasks for the week.
(BB) Housemates, your task for the week is. To dress up in chicken costumes and learn a synchronised swimming movement in the pool out back!
Neal: What pool?
All: Yeah, what pool?
Neal [to himself] {in sing-songy voice} (to the tune of "you want to hug me, you want to squeeze me.(miss congeniality) they all copied meeeeee, I must be special, I am-a luv-ed, I must be pretty.
All: Shut up Nealan!
Neal: *sobbing* It's Neeaaaaaaaall!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: *sigh* Neal, GROW UP!
Neal: *meekly* Ok.
Me: Okiedokie den, back to the task!
(BB) As I was saying, your task is to dress up in chicken suits which will be provided, and choreograph a synchronised swimming act in the pool which is now in your back yard.
Daine: Oh how splendid! Can I call the swans to help us?
Me: Nope, no, no way, sorry, against the rules.
Daine: oh poo.
Jon: I don't think Kings can threaten their dignity by swimming.
Me: I don't give a damn what Kings can and can't do, I'm the author/director/producer/big-brother so I have power over all of you, King or thief.
George: You'd better not be referring to me, because I am not no thief no more anyways, or not any ol' commoner that speaks with no awful grammar no ways.
Me: Okay.
Delia: Does it have to be chicken costumes? How about a lovely emerald- coloured swimsuit?
Me: NO!
Delia: Blue?
Me: NO!
Delia: Aqua?
Me: NO!
Delia: Purple?
Me: NO!
Delia: Yellow?
Me: NO! Delia: ANY colour swimsuit?
Me: Well.
*Delia uses puppy eyes*
Me: Uh! Fine!
*Swimsuit appears in front of Delia. *Is almost in pieces, has blue bits, orange bits, pink bits, red bits, patched bits and torn bits* *And is faded*
Delia: Ewww. Me: It's that or the chicken suit, lovey.
Delia: *sigh* alright, alright.
Joren: Ok, ok, so we get what we have to do, but why do we have to do it?
Me: So you can earn money.
Joren: Why?
Me: So you can buy food.
Joren: Why?
Me: So you can eat.
Joren: Why?
Me: So you can survive?
Joren: Why?
Me: Well, Joren, I really don't know why people want you to survive, as you are an annoying twit who can't shut up.
Joren: Why?
Me: THAT'S IT!! *Uses author/director/producer/big-brother power to blast Joren to other end of the room*
Me: Muwahahahahahahaaaaa!! You asked for it dimwit!
Joren: Hey! No one calls me a dimwit and gets away with it! *Sword appears in his hand with a shimmery cloud of orange*
Me: HEY! Since when did you get the Gift? An ORANGE Gift?!?!?!
Joren: My turn to laugh - Muwahahahahahahaaaaa - *cough*cough* ok, laugh over now - you nitwits didn't even realise - before Roger was killed a third time, he passed his Gift over to meeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!
Me: Ugh. Can't you evil dudes give it a REST? I mean, seriously, how many attempts have you guys made to take over the world? Think of something more original!
Joren: Uh, well, I mean. hey! Leave us bad guys alone! It's not written in our minds "creativity" just "evil"! It's not our fault!
Me: *taunty voice* yes it is.
Joren: No it isn't.
Me: Is.
Joren: Isn't.
Me: Is.
Joren: Isn't.
Me: IS times a hundred!
Joren: ISN'T times a thousand!
Me: IS times infinity!
Joren: ISN'T times infinity and ten!
Me: IS TIMES INFINITY A THOUSAND TIMES!
Joren: ISN'T TIMES INFINITY A MILLION TIMES!
Me: IS TIMES INFINIY A BILLION TIMES!
Joren: ISN'T TIMES INFINITY A TRILLION TIMES!
Me: IS TIMES INFINITY AN INFINITY TIMES!!! *Pokes tongue out at Joren*
Joren: Bitch!
Me: evil bastard dude!
Joren: Quit the evil dude thing! It's old!
Me: *sigh* can't we settle this like mature adults?
Joren: No!
Me: I thought as much. You're just an immature baby.
Joren: *crying* I am not!!!!!!!!!
Me: Baby, baby, Joren is a baby. Joren: WAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!! Stop being mean!!!!!! *runs off crying into bedroom*
Me: Well that settles that! Joren is officially a baby!
Joren: *screaming from bedroom* Am not you big cow!
Me: You little.! No one calls me that and gets away with it! *Flies into bedroom and kicks Joren's sorry butt from here to Minnesota, which is a long way from Australia.*
Kel: What have you done? Joren-poo, Kelly-welly's coming to save yoooouuuu. .! *Kel runs into room
*Neal looks shocked*Everyone is appalled*We hear banging in bedroom*Kel comes out with mussed up hair*
Kel: D'you think I actually CARED for him? Yah, right. I just kicked his butt further than Minnesota. *winks at me and gives me high five*
Me: Alright, I think we have a winner!
Everyone (but Kel): What?
Me: Kidding, kidding - now, first nominations, then you can start preparing for your task test at the end of the week!
Everyone: Groan.
~*~ The three people up for nominations this week are. - . - . - .
1. JOREN! (Main reason: Kel and that gal (me() kicked his ass. What kind of a guy is he? {Answer: no guy at all}) 2. NEAL! (Main reason: That "Nealan" thing get son your nerves after a while.) 3. DELIA! (Main reason: who wouldn't want to wear a chicken costume?!) ~*~
This is it! I need YOUR votes so that I can write a chapter here! Muahahahahahahaha!!!!!! While I'm at it..I best come up with a funky task test.....hmmmmmm....REVIEW! REVIEW!!!!!!!!!
Keziah: *blushes* Yes, I got the review from karly_ann134's review thing. Omigosh! *blushes even more* That is sooo sweet! Thank you!!!!! *hyperventilates* *weak voice* Not again.....
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte, the Queen of Fluff